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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