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As I stumble into my senior years I am amazed at all I did not know before. What would really matter at the end of your days, money? Work?, What would trade if you could ?, Would regret lead you to understanding? Would the world look infinitely more beautiful?

In those moments fractal and finite a ray of light dances through particles of dust each stunningly held in light, a gift for the awakened. Who knows what more may be left to discover.

Guess i'm through talking to myself

I woke up this morning with nothing to say 

A empty room through the curtain fell,

light rays

Guess i'm through with working now

Money never done me no good anyway 

I'd give it all to go to the circus now 

And play.

I'm done with being tired

The last inning in a baseball game 

Run for home or stay 

And play 

Guess i'll go outside 

There goes a flutterby 

Silken wings wave to me goodbye 

Feel the wind upon your face 

Let the sunlight touch your nose 

Live your life filled with grace 

even if nobody knows