In a quiet state I would recognize the distance
Between the now of experience toward childhood
We might wish to have a redo on pain if we could
Seems a simple prospect to imagine all is chance.
When returning to some original memory in life
Oh to know the patterns that drove our own fight
Or flight, the summer weather such intrigue in light
Of finding ourselves amongst the massive strife
Inside a dream we could walk for miles in the sand
Feeling only the beauty of the sea carrying away our
Imagination, our intrigue with stepping beyond power
That illusion of knowing we could withstand demand
Live your life she said, he said the world in silent release
Would rather only our sanity to discover our own peace.
© Thom Amundsen 2019
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