It’s always time
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p style=”font-family:"”>To step away from my past
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p style=”font-family:"”>Into my future
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p style=”font-family:"”>As the present fades
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It’s always time
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p style=”font-family:"”>For forward motion
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p style=”font-family:"”>To step away from my past
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p style=”font-family:"”>Into my future
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p style=”font-family:"”>As the present fades
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p style=”font-family:"”>Into dust
Early morning light
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p style=”font-family:"”>Filtered by smoke
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p style=”font-family:"”>Rising from California
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p style=”font-family:"”>Demanding access
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p style=”font-family:"”>To my lungs
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p style=”font-family:"”>Though I resist
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p style=”font-family:"”>My coughing
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p style=”font-family:"”>And sneezing
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p style=”font-family:"”>State clearly
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p style=”font-family:"”>I have lost
The night has come
Motion is now stilling
Dream’s demands coming forth
Wakefulness stills
Awake
Not my desired state
Yet here I am
Fighting my own mind
What do I gain
When I win?
I blink
A child’s born
Another blink
He stands
The next
He walks
Each moment
Gently changes
The world
We can’t agree
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p style=”font-family:"”>On the color of the sky
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p style=”font-family:"”>Or whether up
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p style=”font-family:"”>Is really there
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p style=”font-family:"”>Or if the sky
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p style=”font-family:"”>Is blue always
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p style=”font-family:"”>Or just sometimes
My relentless mind
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p style=”font-family:"”>In perpetual motion
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p style=”font-family:"”>Sleeping’s a challenge
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p style=”font-family:"”>Awake against my will
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p style=”font-family:"”>Dreaming of dreaming
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p style=”font-family:"”>Longing for slumber
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p style=”font-family:"”>The machinery of my mind
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p style=”font-family:"”>Psychological cogs churn and spin
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p style=”font-family:"”>Whirring hum of my soul
Now I’m awake
The cool air
Through my window
Very welcome
Reminders of
Times along
The coast
Blessed sea breeze
Lacking the scent
Of the sea
No ocean crushing
Sound for my ears
An incompleteness
That my soul
Longs to complete
Seeking the place where the mountains meet the sky
Where water rises to my feet and the sun warms
My bare feet resting wrapped in the sand