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I fell out of bed one day and washed up with lazy rolling tides
Staring up into the vast ablaze with nothing but gray skies
To hide mass displays, the veiled haze drifting over tired eyes
Weighted with the weather-worn backpack we all carry
Varied by experimental steps splashing this painting we marry
Called life, framed by state of mind fermented in vision
Pained division building the walls of black and white finish
That I remember split the world in two halves; incomplete, diminished.

Until I fell asleep and there came the visit
Shrouded themes cloaked in the mist of my asylum, misfit
Granted image lined with silver truths shimmered, reflected another
The neverwhere place between living and dying; grandmother
I see you. Rested calmly upon the floating pools pieced by peace,
Though wishes still sing to me of your return upon streams
That I must let go as sifting sands fallen between too tight fingers…
Go, walk upon that path I dream where the gone no longer linger

Now I see, finally…

On the beach appeared a silent black dog
Tail wagging, this guide led me into the fog
The hollow walls vanish as I fade into the grey
Solemn steps echo on the brick-laid eternal road, I paved?
Colored portraits and memories forge the walkway
First bike, first love, first kiss, seems I shall take the long way
View the film of my backpack through different stones
Rough and smooth, chipped and unblemished, my own
Brick by brick the bridge crafted, the mason
Has always been the carrier from life to death, played in
Vignettes orchestrated by my hands upon the stages
School is in, adult out, footprints of the pages
And I am no longer afraid of the vast gray beyond
That silhouettes my darkened form going on
Plunged beneath the misted waves
Welcoming promises of new days
Gilded by familiar smiles, lined with remembered tears
I tread the road, together with you without fears

I have always been here,
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