Lost for a moment .
Your eyes colliding with mine.
Stopping time in an instance.
Lost in the stillness of my mind unable to find the words.
Yet at the same time having no need of them.
Lost in a heartbeat knowing something to be true.
Yet not so lost for with you I'm home,

Enter this now.
And let it be a peace of history .
That somwhere someone  had given time to someone else.
Anb in return only to sèe them grow.
Leaving only a memory of  what could be.
Yet today we don't hear about enough of this.
For when did we as people leave our humanity behind?
So let it be in history it shouldn't be about just one.
Life is about everyone.

Glimpsing behind the curtain of reality,
to where the dreamers and believers live.
As if to be ageless to themselves living out their dreams.
While others have given up.
Or grown up leaving dreams behind.
And yet at times it may seem , that dreams may be out of reach.
Yet that doesn't mean we shouldn't try.
We just need to find the dream that fits.

Given this in which we have.
To do with as we must.
Not one to be of the same.
Yet to be in the same time.
Coming and going such as it happens.
Yet to live is to also be remembered.

Forged through falling then forcing oneself to stand.
Living by thoughts of better things ahead.
Taking everyday trails as they test,
and putting them to rest.
While learning lessons.
As learning is an everyday event.

Lead by those whose past have paved .
Reading from chapters of old.
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wŕiting what is yet to be read.
Dearing to speak  in words, of a mind untamed .
And unwilling to be of anything but free.
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So it is to know just who ones ownself is.

Standing where others would fall.
A life existing not living.
Left to late .
Hidden to long.
Now waking for the first time,
to look inside itself.
Finding broken can be fixed.
And that change can be the strength to improve .
If given a chance.