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Unwinding As The Day Ends
A Good Tired
Calm and relaxed almost still
Except for my hands that type away
My mind is at rest
What is it to see but not be seen ?
To hear but not be heard ?
The will of one person that is so different than that of another
Inspired by art or a wimsical note
My thoughts travel the speed of light
Other people not interested in anything of the sort
They go on their merry way to find what pleases them the most
It is not to understand the nature at hand ?
To only realize we are different birds that fly
We relate in many ways and survive in the wild
Neither friend or foe
Just one of many that pass by each day
Oh to bring in the charm of harmony
So that we may for once sing the same tune
Wondering as it may be
Neither time nor place is right
So we both fly away
My hope is to meet another day