sitting in front of the mirror, asking youself questions;
explaining your truths to yourself, you sit.
revealing pain or disfunction, your removed from it by your body;
who then falls hard back into the dream.
it is the eye of the beholder who detects the beauty;
the eye to see the shadows in the night;
and the electricity behind your microwave,
your perfectly symmetrical figure is only a figment of your imagination, as well as the chair your sitting on:
but Music is always true and promising; sound will always remain in a wave of harmony;
and your plants are also honest and loyal,
they too are figures of being who breathes what we exhale;
as we exchange our gifts..the earth begins to grow.
and still we thank the lord above us for our existance in this dream. why, please.
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