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Heart in the right place
Body in the wrong one.
Heaven is the silence after snow
When no one ventures forth
Past dreaming out the window
Hills are no longer challenges
too steep to climb.
They now beckon.
I am vivid, by degrees
By incremental motions
It's a pasture of glass
A room full of sea-green and dark blue night
Journey.
Almost there,
and nowhere near it.
No time like the present;
no present like time.
The wind blows,
soft,
through open windows.
Wake me from my night dream
To build a better day
What creates the past
Is our memory
Hindsight
Each day brings sorrows
And its joys
Each day brings knowing
And doing
You want what you cannot get
And do not want what you can attain.