Inspired in the past by future events.
The myriad were
The way we stare
The hind of fly
In my mind's eye
The wind of change
Must rearrange
My thinking to see
The sense of free
The time alone
Was set to one
Yet safe to be
The test of me
Will anyone see
How to decree
How much i feel
To be so real
And see the face
And leave no trace
Sensation
Impression
Duration
Deflection
Surreal
The feel
The kiss
Remiss
To know
Don't go
To say
The way
Remake
No fake
Dissolve
Revolve
Re-do
To you
Your ball
Your turn
No points
To burn
To receive
The reprieve
Initiate
My fate
To see
The real me
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