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The world spins on its own<br> | The world spins on its own<br> | ||
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day follows night<br> | day follows night<br> | ||
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the dull endless progression<br> | the dull endless progression<br> | ||
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when as a child, excitement brightened every corner<br> | when as a child, excitement brightened every corner<br> | ||
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now shadows of complacency dim all the refined<br> | now shadows of complacency dim all the refined<br> | ||
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edges into blurred echoes of what they once were<br> | edges into blurred echoes of what they once were<br> | ||
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homes and dreams have been exchanged for reality<br> | homes and dreams have been exchanged for reality<br> | ||
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sleep to work work to chores chores to sleep<br> | sleep to work work to chores chores to sleep<br> | ||
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never varying never ending<br> | never varying never ending<br> | ||
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except for the brief glorious moment of a dream<br> | except for the brief glorious moment of a dream<br> | ||
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the fantastical escape from the mundane<br> | the fantastical escape from the mundane<br> | ||
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Latest revision as of 11:14, 9 July 2008
Contemplation
The world spins on its own
day follows night
the dull endless progression
when as a child, excitement brightened every corner
now shadows of complacency dim all the refined
edges into blurred echoes of what they once were
homes and dreams have been exchanged for reality
sleep to work work to chores chores to sleep
never varying never ending
except for the brief glorious moment of a dream
the fantastical escape from the mundane
a wish realized .. if only for a brief moment in the midnight hours
