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Surreal Dream
I have never been to the edge of life
where one might stand And wonder:
Is this the place I feel inside
where I decide
it's over?
Until now, this would be unfamiliar
but , I am beginning to start to know.
Something feels changed,
with uncertainty , stained.
Gone are the footsteps. Gone is the road.
I feel a burden is building it's castle
like something to house me in.
I read all about it , so I know what to say.
It just doesn't make the sickness go away.
As I'm learning what some hardships mean,
the depth of such love I've never seen.
Until it becomes present beyond the words we hear spoken,
it's just a surreal incredible dream.....
where one might stand And wonder:
Is this the place I feel inside
where I decide
it's over?
Until now, this would be unfamiliar
but , I am beginning to start to know.
Something feels changed,
with uncertainty , stained.
Gone are the footsteps. Gone is the road.
I feel a burden is building it's castle
like something to house me in.
I read all about it , so I know what to say.
It just doesn't make the sickness go away.
As I'm learning what some hardships mean,
the depth of such love I've never seen.
Until it becomes present beyond the words we hear spoken,
it's just a surreal incredible dream.....
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