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life

Feels the pain…

Knows the story of times like these

When, we’ve used up all our choices

We’ve run out of friends to pretend to listen

To another of our one sided stories

About how we’ve always tried to do our best

But all we ever seem to get is done in

To find ourselves again, in a place

Where there’s no where left to hide

So we try run away from the sun

Only to find we’re branded by karma

 We’ve tanned and singed our hides,

Trashed the last traces of the facade,

Of a successful course of life

Hurt by battles we may had have won

If we’d never gave up trying to be the one,

We’d wanted deep at heart to be

Now, look at us sick and tired of doing

What we wanted, to get …what seemed

We needed to succeed, only to find an empty feeling

Not enough to satisfy the need.

So here we are two hearts laying here

Needing a soul transfusion from one another

Bleeding as if we're dying,

Here in the universal healing ocean of life

Telling each other stories of our souls last ride

Suffering from a sickness

We can run from but never hide

Built upon all the lies

We’d sworn to and failed to do

In the balance of those

Who have suffered our indifference?

Who in truth, we’ve victimized

Next to all the tears we're crying...

If we want to believe with all our heart of mind

In giving back what’s due

Our conscience answering like a prayer

To preserve our mortal souls

Stinging our eyes, falling like rain

Looking back into to the stars of yesterday,

Still, it’s so hard to find the courage

To surrender our last will

Testify against the devil in ourselves

Unprepared to go under the knife, again

When it’s impossible to undo

The unforgiving deeds we’ve done

Taking life for granted

As if… it could be seen

With our last moments breath,

Amidst the ruins of our egos

 Castles build on the shifting sands

Of our mortally wounded pride...

Feeling that burning sensation

In the tenderest part of our insides...

Just in time to look up to the sun

And see the all heart

Coming at us from a corner

Of the spiritual being we feel in need...

In these quiet tides of being,

Where we must answer

To the All Creator for whom we are...

At the most urgent moments in our lives,

Skinny dipping in the truth

With those who believe most as we do...

Drinking also, from the well of souls

We were drawn from,

Thirsting souls to forever deliver

Back to the one who knows?

Both where we come from,

And who we're

...destined

To become

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