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Questioning the steps being taken, writhing with the harmony of an interior force, pushing into the atmosphere.
Balancing all daily thoughts in the hands of hearts and souls.
Landscapes of my mind travel wherever I go, taking me on rides and journeys of the soul.
Always stranded in time, noticing every minute exposed to my mind’s timetable of ideas and thoughts.
Reiterating the same topics ad nauseum, as we clap constantly for each speaker.
A lull in speeches, filled with an upbeat song, breaking the monotony of the conference.Getting up, walking around, stretching, the best part of the program so far.Saxophone, guitar and drum beating out the boredom with music to clap by.Taking advantage of the short break, many people are taking the opportunity to escape and go home…
Softly singing, touching hearts of sorrowful intensity,
plains.Existing only to be hidden in many words, playing songsin coded etudes of belief.Folding love into pieces, knowing there will never be anyhope of coming together this side of life.There can be no other, because I love only you, my love.
Traipsing down roadways, tapping out rhythms in times of musical domain.
Going too soon, into depths of sorrow’s belongings, putting together pictures of another world, hiding inside the abandonment of life and it’s heritage.