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With theories
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The whole sum
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Golden Gleam
A sailor at sea
Searching for something
He wishes he could be
Hoping
Learning
Rowing
And growing
Set at sea
With water
From horizon to sky
With a golden gleam in
His eye
LA Skylights
White lines
On open skylights
Shadows thin
In an LA day
Off the strip
But not too far
Away
Reflections on Hands
Reflections
On time passed
Opportunities
Taken
Friendships that last
The future holds what I do not know
Or understand
So I appreciate today
I appreciate the land
Where I end up
Is out of my hands
High Spirits
The sky
The stars
What holds
Us up
Is our bones
Our spirits
Stand as high
As the mountains
In the sky
You and I
Great Days
Can there be greatness
Ahead
When it seems
That the old theories
Of relativity
Can no longer be read
The days we must learn
From our mistakes
Straight on
Sail
With full intention set
That good days
Lay ahead
Tidy Lies
Tidy lies
Closed eyes
Open with triggers
From words
Said
Clear
Crystal
Reminders
Of lies
Told perfectly
In the public eye
Mean a Thing
The old fears
Dried up tears
Move up
Move out
All the changes happen
In specific time
And moments
We remove ourselves
To see the grand scheme
By it doesn’t mean a thing
When your heart is torn
Sweet Sunday
Sweet Sunday’s
Holding on
To the love
Of the ground
And the sky above
Sweet Sunday
Before Monday
Let’s hold a new light
Into the week
Bold Notion
Bold as it goes
Holding on to the ones
We need to let go
World in whiplash
Jerking motion
Every morning
Every notion
Leads to the fear
Of tomorrow
Today
Yesterday
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