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thoughts of a trance,
race through my mind,
as my eyes start to close,
and my mind explores all possibilities,
of a heightened new level,

things change,
and rearrange,
time flies,
and stories lie,

mixed emotions comes to the surface,
nothing never makes any sense,
a look upon the future,
brings grimace and prospects,
of maybe startin over,
or returnin to that same lifestyle.

a brush of death,
a arrow of love,
those are the things that tie,
individuals like strings on a guitar.

in her heart i know the truth,
in her mind she knows the equation,
in literal sense she doesnt make,
the best judgements she thought she made,

things change,
and rearrange,
time flies,
and stories lie,

different strokes for different folks,
different untolds stories affects the vast majority,
intellect appeases some,
but beauty outweights the vast visualization.

a look upon the tasks of ones true destiny,
sheds light on new beginnings,
a propserous future beholds,
but will the individual,
tap into their destiny?