I am I and you are you,
we are what we are and we do what we do.
We all strive to find the line and the proper way to draw it.
For I am not really a poet and I'm not sure how long I'll hold it.
How far the stars will shine for me.
How long the song will rest in my body.I loose my words as if none apply.
A feeling so simple the desire to fly.
To feel the soft light of morning across my face.
To know that I am not lost but choosing my place.Always searching for something anything to catch my eye.
I'm open I'm open this does apply.
I'm gushing with flow,
attempting to grow.
To remember my sight,
to move with the rythm of flight.I loose my mind and fuck the time,
for the tiniest taste of that universal place.
I am but a grain of sand realizing that I hold in my hands,
a thing of grace.
Submissive to my touch.Lord help me feel the love,
and be done with hate.Because,
we all strive to find the line and the proper way to draw it.
I am I and you are you,
we are what we are and we do what we do.
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