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For Most of Us Life Passes like a Dream

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For most of us life passes like a dream,
Revealing only what is on our minds.
Inside the prison of the self we see
Each object as a shadow on our wall.
Nothingness awaits, as sure as night.
Did I not have you, dear friend, I might,
Shadow on a shade, not be at all.
How much we need a word beyond our sea:
In love and laughter, thoughts of different kinds,
Perhaps, with luck, unraveling a seam.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon

Music: Trust. By Jahzzar. Performed by Jahzzar at the Free Music Archive
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