In The Thick of Things
My mind skips across reality Like a flat stone across a glassy pond Throwing thoughts to clarify This bed of confusion I recline on In my imagination so clear, Yet unseen lies my craft, My boat into tomorrow Pondered, though realised There is no harmony without sorrow To surround yourself with atmosphere Or submerge yourself in oceans Take your time to dance around In the thick of things Time abounds The beginning always ends so sweetly And the finally only starts to glow Fires inflame and questions bother The answer is ... We’ll never know Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 02:15 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"My mind skips across reality..."