In this eccentric reality
every little moment, action,
frame of time,
every single noun I see,
collides in perfect harmony,
flows to the sound of our music,
beautifully, artistically,
and is unexplored until now,
and everything becomes clear
and real
and strange
and every second of it is ours to share.
But I’d rather just take it in,
and watch my life pass by,
than to force things to go my way.
So I’ll sit in this strange, eccentric reality,
and laugh to myself.
Like acid,
it burns
a hole in my memory.
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way back here.

The End

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