Superfluous Being Without a wind and without a care, I fly above the ocean In a prism of tranquility, In subtle emotion. And boxed in I break free through the sunny day haze. Gratuitous I will be throughout my final days. Downward spiral through the vortex. Today and ten years. The same old fears. Faded prints and echoes of passing whispers. Memories are paintings of what we know, And we only know what we can. I don’t care if today is the last day. I don’t care if I was suppose to pray. I don’t worry what was. I don’t worry about what will be. Life is only a phase in the universe. You move out and about. And let in the next verse. The song to be sung, Of when we were young slips off the end of your tongue. You rise on to the top and wonder, If its all nothing but a blunder. When your eyes shut and your vision is dark. You are stiff as a board and still. The paintings are erased Vanished like shadows on a hill. Void are the problems you have faced And after your demise The sun will still rise. The water still flows. The wind still blows. And everyone still knows what they know.
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