I'm Rushing, running, racing-
That door, this door, and the other one too
I'm moving, but what am I shaking?
All I want to do is just lie back down
I'm at the tipping point but I don't know
Am I rocking the boat or just the rocking horse?
I don’t know what to do next, should I jump?
Will I just sink or swim? Which is better?
Am I sinking into an enveloping bliss or
Am I swimming in a sea of dreams?
Do dreams and realities ever meet?
Or are my dreams already a reality waiting to be met?
Let me slow…my pace and take a breath
Remember that smile and wish that those smiles-
Like the Mona Lisa, would reveal their secret stories and perfect storms.
Because your body may be a wonderland, but your mind is the perfect place to stay…and the perfect place to play is in the rain because there is no rushing the rain, it stays for as long as it came and we are never the same, too bad for the flame, everything was so comfortable, so I suppose I’ll just sit here, waiting…
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