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Jun 2017
Have you ever sat and pondered
In a darkened room;
Reality melting away
In the murky gloom,
Ignoring gravity's attempts
To try and hold you tight,
Heading off into space on a
Magic-carpet flight?

Did you explore the Universe,
Travel through all time,
Contemplate your own existence;
Even think of mine?

Did you ever find the answer,
To the question, Why?
Did you really want to return from
Flying through the sky?

Did you come back with a jolt when
Someone came in the room,
Did the bright light startle you;
Did reality resume?
This fits the expression:
Sometimes I sits and thinks
And sometimes I just sits ...
Clive Blake
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Clive Blake  67/M/Cornwall UK
(67/M/Cornwall UK)   
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