Walking endlessly through the world
In an apparent dream of distorted drawings
Where the unknown knocks once again
Tangled thickets blind the path of observation
Like the tremendous trickle of a near by creek
Distorted reflections of ones self become clear
A single thought of reality returns to me
Laying under our magnificent oak tree
There is you and me
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 7:48 PM UTC
Walking endlessly through the world
In an apparent dream of distorted drawings
Where the unknown knocks once again
Tangled thickets blind the path of observation
Like the tremendous trickle of a near by creek
Distorted reflections of ones self become clear
A single thought of reality returns to me
Laying under our magnificent oak tree
There is you and me
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