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From an other-wise-sane perspective

well am officially over the hill … the view offers a field of wildflowers
the tree of knowledge.

and if you take your binoculars out, can see vultures in the distance
circling over a graveyard of dead dreams

yet still a few rest in pockets
within easy reach
complex considerations
fingers move over the smooth surface of hope
nothing remarkable
untouchable as music
waiting for another horizon

and i smile
because no one can take away the journey
footsteps crushed in the grass
gentle breeze

time a friend
just this once
while the sunshine lasts

and the dreams weigh you down
only as far as the distance
speaks

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