Caught in the puzzles of expectation, we ride tidal waves of reality into our deaths.
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Living on the edge, adjusting myself to whatever I’m feeling on the roadways of adventure.
Walking towards the universe interiorly, bringing it all together in one gifted poem, telling it like it is.Waking from a dream, lighting the way to unknown shores in line with all truths of the future.
Jouncing along sidewalks, looking at all sights lined up along the outskirts, wanting to become new aspects of yesterday’s landscapes.
Taking fingers along ivories of interior pianos, feeling their senses tickling so many thoughts lying in wait.All major portions firm in their convictions of religious beliefs
Milling around, watching people and their individual quirks; eating, drinking, talking, catching up on the news, whatever it may be.
All of one heart, taking life seriously, knowing it is shortened every moment.Hoping to gather enough purpose before the last sunset buries them on a future horizon.