There’s a question, circling inside
Is this fleeting or a pivotal event?
‘What if’s’ pop like thought-balloons
Perplexing, for this eager gent
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Lean in, let the sun kiss all this splendor
‘Tis a dream, reality is never so warm
I’m spooked, my defenses are down
Swallowed whole, consumed by the storm
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Life is lived in odd-shaped pieces
Searching to commerge with another
Waiting, just inside the fog
Spoken as my own big-brother
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Truth falls Earthbound like rain
A mighty torrent or a token spit
As plain as droplets on your face
Facts used as feelings, are an ill-fit
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Pulling the thread of desire
Undresses the cloak of fear
Layers of excuses vanish
In your heart it is clear