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Drowning in memories
Of the things that never change
Is it a memory
Or simply the same ole thing
Circle of sadness
Unexplained lies
Torture demented
Lost in disguise
Always a problem
Pessimistic beyond belief
Not useful in life or stages of grief
Drowning in waters, waves crashing by
One of the moments I wish I could fly
Far away from this misery, pain is so near
Into my heart like a dull aching spear
If ever I fall
To the bottom of the ocean
Where there is no movement lack of commotion
If I ever fall
From the top of the mountain
Down to the valley
Surrounding the fountain
Of life, youth, from where we began
A time of the past, encircled with friends
If ever I fall
In sweet love again
With life and this world
Back into Zen…
Much Love Much Life