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funny,
the strangeness of
dealing with stares from what
I cannot figure out
anymore, wigs me out.......

running while dreaming
beside a cool, crystal stream,
suddenly realizing
I'm naked, I see many

eyes on my form,
I'm feeling really warm,
turning red, I hide behind
the nearest tree,
it fades.....

the forest outside the trees
fail in reminding me
love is worth finding,
if only my timing
were better inside my world,
better for light to unfurl
goodness,
not at me.....
the forest hides behind my trees......

the homeless friend
I made the other day pretends
she is a princess,
I don't love her any less,

instead, I admire her-
how I aspire her,
and her lofty luxury
of dreaming,
constantly..........

the forest outside the trees
fail in reminding me
life is worth finding,
if only my timing
were better inside my world,
better for time to unfurl
her luck......
not at me,
the forest hides behind my trees

the "remembrance of
assemblance",
is babble at it's best,
if I could get past this
and remember the rest,
unless my forgetfulness
is just my fear....

could be, yes
if so, guess
I'll plant the seed,
somewhere

in this mess.....

funny, the strangers who
peal me with stares, still-
I don't try and figure out
anymore, but bugs me still....

running while dreaming
beside a bubbling stream
slowly realizing
I'm a bird, I see many

eyes on my form,
I'm feeling real warm,
until I turn and fly
past the trees-
the dream is mine.....

the forest outside the trees
finally remind me
life is worth finding
regardless of timing
the letters inside my world
are much better in rhyming,
love uncurls
her best at me,

I see

the forest's smile behind my trees......


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