A Focused Daze
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Into the unknown realms of bring
situations into form, normal in
extraordinary ways, channeling the vibe,
the nervous lies, & the way I can only
ride the wave of life. Potential electrons,
solid in knowing, leap of faith within a
place to begin. The less room you give
me, the more room I have, she said, I can
recite it from in my head. Who wants the
path out of the maze? Honestly, I’d rather
be in a focused daze, to protect myself
from lower frequency entities, meditating
for when the contemplating starts, I can
renounce all I think I have to say,
display, & be ashamed it was written in
the first place. Don’t worry though, the
vault in the sky is full, & I’m the only
one with the identification, key, &
passcode. Opening from the soul,
bursting with fruity flavor, so I might as
well keep going.
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