sometimes
when you're on the move
from one place
to another
traveling through unknown parts
you see things
that remind you
of things
you have not known
in this life
things
that seem
timeless
like when
you were young
and
thought you'd find
what you were looking for
over
the next horizon
something
fulfilling
something
permanent
but death
swallows the moment
and time
separates us from
our loved ones
why
should we expect
more
than this?
is it that we're in a dream?
and those moments
remind us
that we are dreaming?
between rock and sunlight
matter dances
in all manner
of intricate forms
such design
so?
where did all that
come from?
love, death, and beauty
are one
only in a dream
does love seem to die
then
become lost
in my dreams
i'm always going somewhere
figuring some thing out
with other people
trying
to resolve it
be free
get to where i'm going
kinda what i do
when i wake up
every morning
inbetween times
sideways glances
dreams
within
dreams
until
the sun
rises
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