No notice, no announcement
Tiptoeing slowly into the mundaneness of my life,
Is this the way to be?
Dropping me into the web of cross connections,
In-between right and wrong, reality and fantasy
Is this the way to be?
Hearing what I never say. Talking without words,
Touching with just your eyes,
Is this the way to be?
Let it be .....
Flowing like the soft river
Calm and slow
No reason, no rationale
Unspoken, unaware
Touching the periphery of justification
But never overflowing
Let it be....
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