With hallowed places in mind
A fantasy world in place
Falling forward, from behind
A subtle push to keep pace
Tattered rags, fractured dreams
Wounds for all to see
Gathering flowers and sunbeams
Smiling face and full of glee
Its hard to understand joy
Burning up in flames of renewal
Its better than buying a ploy
Planning out your own funeral
A moment of thought
The thought of a moment
Beyond time we're taught
This is the end of torment
One moment fodder for next
A never ending story
No need to be perplexed
For there is no glory
Waiting for nothing
Swallowing all that is
Dreaming for awakening
The purpose is this
There is no I before all
We, you, I, they are the same
Every way but the small,
In every thought without blame


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