A lifes vision
A lifes vision, enough to make one ponder, somewhere in the distance is always peering thounder.
Theres a basket full of ways, this world attenpts to hold you under.
This is a puzzle, that keeps me in constant wonder, looking past this storm to sweep me under.
Things seem to strange to mention at times this incoherant life of rymes.
Stories, we tell, reminders, of what once exsisted.
So I say, steer clear, those masked dreams, and dark strangers.
Be enlightened, and love, the smell of the rains, and yes the distant thounders.
Theres a basket full of ways, this world attenpts to hold you under.
This is a puzzle, that keeps me in constant wonder, looking past this storm to sweep me under.
Things seem to strange to mention at times this incoherant life of rymes.
Stories, we tell, reminders, of what once exsisted.
So I say, steer clear, those masked dreams, and dark strangers.
Be enlightened, and love, the smell of the rains, and yes the distant thounders.
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