Words that flow,
like waves in a passing stream,
The same waves that pass me by,
whenever I watch them from afar,
whenever they come to me in my dreams.
They’re there, they are,
watching me as I restlessly sleep,
tucking me in at night,
they’re there, the words,
always telling me where I should go.
To climb mountains all throughout my life.
Sometimes flying high, while other times low.
To let gravity weigh in on my heart,
I could not let that go,
and let the world bury me beneath an avalanche.
No, I won’t, I won’t let it bury me.
My feet feel heavy, but I’ve taken my stance,
and so all the world will see my struggles in 3D,
and that is okay with me.
And no matter how long I search for lost hope,
the words will always flow, like waves in a stream,
I can see, I can see,
the words and their memories,
as they go, as they go,
and as they flow.
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