if thinking thought
would love be sought?
when day's turning to the night for thought
where must you and I run to find what's not?
I find it is of ease
and life will flow with the breeze--
we may find the thought was here
but when did we really pay note of it?
this is where times became you,
and lost was speculation,
and lost was the happiness,
and only was found only a view...
yes, this is where I was lost to you.
at the gate you must claim your check,
at the gate you must leave your light,
if you'll take a moment-- reflect,
and you will see that this is life
indeed.
perhaps.
maybe.
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