Funny
All the waves we ride
When hearts collide
And paths and lives and mysteries
And histories
Coincide
It’s funny.
Believe this, miss
I see
Ten feet in front of me
One face a fantasy
One place a memory
One trace of sadness
And an endless net of questions
Floating over me.
I could be everything.
It’s simple
Yet in turbulence
The mind can overcome irrelevance
But common sense
Is often
Drowned
In silence.
And the
Waves and
Waves we ride
And waves we ride.
tl
6.23.95
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