12:30, the best time to write

Aug 27, 2007 00:13

Glance across an endless horizon
Feel a dry wind against your side
Smell the corn stretching for miles
Hear the sounds that nature provides

The senses do not need or want
Merely sample something new
The interpretation is done inside us
By a smudged and tarnished view

You cannot touch comfort, only FEEL
Happiness is just an expression
No one can SEE how tired I am
Without my own confession

We are given a reality that boggles us
When inside the truth is clear
What we perceive is really a facade
Hiding what is REAL and very near

Ignore what you touch, hear, smell, and see
Create a view your senses cannot go above
Truly FEEL the emotion that makes us alive
And stand beside what you believe, know and love
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