I do wonder about time, as in the morning sun

while nearby the world did bathe in love as one

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For in just that instant, no matter to any one agenda

we might all recognize residence in love’s hacienda.

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Could you crucify a neighbor who’d lost all of their hope

if in the morning, suddenly they might suffer to cope.

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We are all lives battered together in a mix of reality

contained by a social stratus suggests we know clarity.

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Yet somewhere along the way, some storm cloud special

effect began to take precedent, and we lost a ritual.

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The key to every answer we might ever want pursue

seems just as nearby as a solution without having a clue.

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I remember parades that lasted hours in the town square

nobody knew to suggest if anyone person might truly dare

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disrupt the uniformity of the day’s event, says the town crier

we will live together to honor and celebrate our own each other.

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While just around the corner there lies in a waiting vehicle

a new sort of legacy, a crowning much less stereotypical.

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Our lives in the balance might beg for the reality of dreams

while then again as fortune calls, our lives will blossom it seems.