Said I had some kind of gift
Her face glowed
Not of the sun
But of fluorescent light
Artificial
Morning glow shown through the window
The dew still reminiscing
Wishing
The toads find cover
Hiding
Beneath the well
The city
What's it for
Congregations, multitudes, crowds
Chaos
Peace found within it
Balance of perspectives
Could anyone accept the REAL truth
Know and understand....
Life, death, what's beyond it all
Where you'll be, where you won't
Would it matter then, does it now
It's much easier said than done
Wake up screaming!!
A horrid dream you can't remember
Its frightful, even still with no recollection
Glance at your hands, look around
The sun shining bright on your wall
A light blue glow, caressing your furniture
The sun shines for me, just as for you
Make a sound! Be heard!
The story is written
I dare you to change it
Open your eyes, babe
It isn't over yet
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