Tremble just to see the line
That tells me I am home...
Repetitions,
twenty four seven...
What is my purpose? Why Am I still Here? Honestly...
The morning dew attaches itself to the grass
The sun awakens me to the sound of the birds...
Neither is the glass
have empty nor half filled...
To live in pain knowing everything you've done is...
Or...
Tenderly He called me...
and bid me welcome home...
I want to fly to the world of dreams,
Where everything is what it seems...
I am a patzer in this game but
A maven non the- less...
You may look at me with eyes askew
With tears parting lips heavy thoughts accrue...
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Hiking through a woodland glen...
The Smile could feed me for life
No heart could explain such bliss...