When convinced of one reality,
Such that no other reality can take place...
That soft light, oh soft light, finds itself trapped
Languishing amongst the leaves
She has passed that last corridor
Of forlorned memory
It isn't that hard to find beauty
In the simplest of things like love and truth
Give yourself wings
Fly into a new oblivion
The world is not all contained inside one slumbered eye
Just as you thought of cerulean whispers
Love lies caught like a chrysalis in time
But always somehow returns to that warm and familiar place
You make your own infinity or let it go
Everything can be taken for granted
—innocent hearts,
drowned like a waterfall,
or a seed left to grow
into rumbling silence.
Make way for the inevitable revolution.
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