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dreaming in a daze of seem

breathing in a blaze of clean

the world around you spinning serene

no one here to see you scream

why does this world deem to spin

with my patience wearing thin

if we quarrel who will win

what will remain as what has been

why do we continue conflict

through the pain that others inflict

what does learning ever depict

that which life will never predict

in my dreams of never ending

falling down never ascending

which the choice that life is pending

which the will that is unbending

Strong of heart, yet weak of soul

mother come to me, console

loved one, will i not cajole

to be with me inside my hole

the meaning lost and never clear

enshrouded by mists on the pier

in the deep, and will never appear

unknown, yet always to revere