Place-meant...
(Written listening to: Ben Harper - Waiting on an angel)
Place-meant...
Perfection just out of reach
Reasoning to replay the past is what I seem to preach
Significant signs of crumbling walls of reason still drive comfort to possibility
The rest between each life test seems more like a formality...
Presence now a present worth more than gold
I enjoy even the lies that fill imaginations as they're told...
Of my being, I show what I think I should
Reasoning to the moments, opinions always, they seem to somewhat stay good
Fractions of friction remind actions they're never to be taken without consideration
People, seem above all else, my eternal fascination...
To delve into mentality full circle leaves my half-hearted
One way or another, I find myself wandering where I started
Simple a sound, complex the echo beyond such things
I feel at time I can feel the bell chime before it rings
Sudden stops of thoughts leave impressions for others to decide
As they give time to decisions, they show what comforts them not to hide
I don't know what else to make of life other than choice, chance, hope & fate
I just try my best to live life ever aware, there may be a stare at such a cloudy slate
Clarity what one decides without needing sight
It's as it should be, before or after it fades into everything, day or night...
---Thanks for reading---
---Always---
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