Pausing at the end of a cliff.
Looking down, but no bottom
Could I see, just emptiness.
Life in its plausible moment.
Been high in the sky, all alone.
There where the angels gather,
Yet I didn't see a one.
But they saw me, plain as can be.
How can we hide thoughts not spoken,
Or hear a voice within, explaining.
We know, but often let our minds lapse,
As if it weren't so, but know better.
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I think you meant… "… often let our minds [lapse]."
Ron
I hope nobody is tuned into my thoughts during my stupid moments...
but I think I'm being redundant.