A Question Of Intents & Purpose

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A question of intents & purpose
Where & why; the source of our confusion
Time swaying with each movement
Closing our eyes, believing the illusion
Do you remember or it is all a memory
Lost within the darkness of our souls
I’m not who I ever thought I could be
Dreams evaporating when the moon grows full

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Anaïs Nin

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“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anaïs Nin

I’m Not Worried About Their Opinions

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I’m not worried about their opinions
I always try to consider the source
They yap away all day long
But they say nothing with any force
They’re stooges of no consequence
I’d rather focus all my time on you
Let them squeal & bay all they want
We’re busy living a righteous life so true