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Jul 2013
I watch the lines gently divide
and slowly make my way inside
the fringes of this path of time
that I have called my own.

I chase my dreams with certainty,
but what will come to be, will be
unchanged by what I choose to see,
unshaken by my goals.

with wond’ring eyes i come to find
that what was once clearly defined
is now a figment of my mind,
that dreams have surely grown

i’ve made my own reality,
now casting blame unto the sea;
it's swallowed by eternity.
the tides forever rise.
sometimes it's difficult to know that things will get better, but they will.
Dalton Bauder
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Dalton Bauder
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