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thresholds within that insist solitude must prevail as far as the reasons it's anyone's guess but somehow it works still... one reaches for that hope that somehow echoes on

bone splintered with that pain crushed beyond the imaginable immanent within that vision where those reflections touch in that insight endurance fermented among contemplations and complications emotional distractions nuances within that subtle intention reverberations echoed in that delicate vibrato

those bones of life reaching through the centuries ancient remains yet life touches many that harmony reclaims nature whispers those echoes within time resounding into tomorrow

those footsteps where in those echoes I find more than what some do I hear a melody clear within the sound yet somehow there's more but in the drift in that sincerity that touches in that harmony which pierces my brain somewhere it remains yes I hear those answers reminders of fate

to touch within that spirit somehow remains, the reason why I know not, yet yes I see it, perhaps one day I'll find that answer, until then it quanders and rattles my mind, that certain silence, still it whispers

cool winds reach into those cascading waves that touch the blue those hues amid the twilight harmony within silence where life simply finds its way and elegance smiles knowing that it belongs clouds touching the mountains ridges twist with halflight where the glisten of the sandstone sparkles along the way and the green of pines whisper singing its own song ancient in that harmony

that measure of gravity running through one's mind weighs within the moment yet if you think about it What does it really mean? you can ponder it touch on the logic and see the humor as the moment makes one laugh but life can do that at the unexpected moment where it makes one shake their head saying why?

mortal eyes touching in destiny I'm reading this and wondering how and why yet I see that appeasement through simple actions finding way to help common people reaching out of kindness for thy neighbor sometimes needs that need a simple walk is all one needs a smiling face maybe an ear to simply listen one never knows what is going on or what one sees yet.. if one takes the time little things matter within life's scene of rings

those who do not learn history generally return to relive it and do the exact thing over again that motto sticks in my head especially when I see it today politically I see idiots who want to revise history when what they are saying simply isn't true they want to deny it yet in that denial it bites them in the ass then they wonder why? repeating those same mistakes over and over again will they ever learn? not from what I see they are the blind leading the blind and in that history isn't kind

Here I am facing you while traveling my own trail of dreams although the consequences are anything by means sometimes we see things that don't really matter and here I am smiling like the mad hatter maybe those consequences are catching up Oh bloody what? the mouse smashed the cup and I'm laughing at this mad scene that you and I have created for what? I don't know but I'll tell you this thanks for coming to the show a quick look in the shadow of our minds that crazy thesis in which we can only find