My thoughts are deep
I speak and watch words fall from clouds
They beat upon the bottom of the ocean beneathe
Travelling the Earths crust
the daily hustle of life
the uncomfortable stress
everyone has to take a moment to breathe
to see thoughts slowly
to heal the disease
the dis-eases of the heart
I'm always aiming to please
but sometimes my needs
may be in conflict with yours
so we start wars
and find closed doors
when we try to move towards
each other
...so just let me pass
and just move along
by myself
and be one
until the day these gray clouds roll away and I can see the sun
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