It’s chaos
this life we live
to the end of our days
where you and I grow old
and weary with sickness
and grief in unspoken volumes
but there is beauty in the fields beyond
where time stops just long enough
and we catch our breath
as we look up at the overcast sky
that periwinkle blue, those clouds blending
and everything is simple
and still again
the air is crisp in our lungs
revitalizing and reinvigorating
we could use a piece of this life
of a moment in absolute clarity
of unfiltered purity and depth
we should strive to come back here
to this place of dreams, of solace
in its sheerest form
more often than not.

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