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Sometimes it’s just needed
A break from the usual
Especially when it’s hard
Just to live
To keep on hoping
Going
Looking for the light
Being positive
A small holiday
Can offer brightness
Pushing the darkness away
Lifting one up
Even if just for a moment
In fog or flood,
it has to look like news
and not wear down too soon,
not be abandoned at the shipyard;
hunt-and-peck it to death,
it remains invisible, so readable
that it does nothing to draw
attention to itself,
leaving only the content
in its lapidary wake.
I'm the perhaps
the maybe of life
things are never determinate
I struggle and strive

yet, all else aside
my strategies I devise
despite storms and stresses
I've managed to survive

life might not like
to dance with me--I don't mind
I'll play the game of living solo
and aim at the height

my perhaps and maybe
has never been a blight
I'm my own destiny
I need no other guide
Weeping oneself to sleep – by these muddy
tears, and their questions of worth.

As the relentless sands of time erode a soul;
it's all too simple to feel like grains of river sand,
drawn by the currents of life, and banking on your
dreams; yearning for our stream of tears to lead
us to a flood of many successes.

For in those moments, we are but the weeping
sandman’s tears, drifting into the embrace of our
dreams, lost in the wet lament of our tears –

One day, we shall master the art of swimming!
Racecars whirring in my mind,
Thoughts trying to find
A reasonable explanation
To this new info as big as a nation.

Oh, it's just such a fiddle!
It all sounds like a riddle
For me to crack,
But the skills, I lack.

Is this really true?
Is this really you?
Cause it doesn't sound like the girl I knew.
It's as if you were someone new.
Someone that I don't know of,
Not the same I know and love.

I wish one day you'd tell me,
I want to ask you, yet let you be.
For it is your choice,
Your voice,
And only you know the true story.

I wish I never knew,
Then I would have never questioned you.
Yet I can't help ask myself:
Are you really the girl we thought?
Or in my head, I'm just caught?
She probably is the girl we all know and love, mby I'm just overreacting...and besides, I don't know the whole story, or whether what I heard was true.
might be overreacting...can't help it though :)
What we know about God is what he has revealed to us .

It isn't up to us to figure things out about God , but to understand what he has revealed to us .
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