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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