That I am suddenly in a different place,

this world of ours so fluid with change

I find I am constantly losing my own face

when everywhere motives we rearrange.

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I’m sitting in my own privacy tonight

suddenly I have some flash of memory

I’ve been there before, I remember I might

have known better a circumstance, a story.

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I wonder if everyone has that flash of significance

where they feel like if just for that single moment

I could walk back through space and take a chance

would I then feel better about the ills I lament.

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When on occasion I do allow my mind to rest

the feeling is remarkable that life is not a test.