Spend my days pondering impossibilities
Refuting my conclusions
Twiddle and tease present time with fate
Send my notions unto the horizons
To dance on the line between heaven and earth
Space is where I send my inconsequential musings
To dance with laughter and light
My soul is lifted when I breathe
Amused by my consumings
As I let my wants go
While I conclude my conclusions are bemusings
Step in line with all the illusions in my head
Salute them for what they've said
Clarity and confusion are sacred
Lay them both out dead
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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