patterns

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ritarigby
ritarigby looking for my own peace of mind
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dreamy moods and the expectations of reality. a poem.

patterns

It's the end of the line- The final toke

The smoke has gone, Fled to another planet

Blown away by some celestial breeze Unbeknownst to you and me

It's out of the sight of our blind eye now

Settled on the soft dust of Saturn's rings And married forever to the cosmos

There was no place for it here

The ether of dreams is lost so quickly And replaced by our respective realities

It has left us to mold the waking world To fit its impossible perfection

And oh, how we try! Oh, how we try

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