I can only deduct
It is not our's to keep
Provided by the sun
The particles of the meek
I can only conclude
I'm riding on a wave
Paddling in different directions
Sifting through the haze
I can only decipher
My thoughts in simple words
Weaving through this emptiness
Connected to this earth
We can only dream of
That which we cannot be
Free from these stages
Of human suffering
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC
I can only deduct
It is not our's to keep
Provided by the sun
The particles of the meek
I can only conclude
I'm riding on a wave
Paddling in different directions
Sifting through the haze
I can only decipher
My thoughts in simple words
Weaving through this emptiness
Connected to this earth
We can only dream of
That which we cannot be
Free from these stages
Of human suffering
Traveler Tim
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