HERE

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    • spending more time playing my guitar than writing.

    HERE

    Freedom, sanctified by the whispering wind
    Blowing through my mind.
    Waiting, for the chance to go anywhere.
    Why are the good lost in time?
    Forever we are to be one, yet alone.

    Moving about in my own dirrection
    to where I want to be.
    Without you i'm lost, with you i'm found.
    With you I can be myself
    Without a care in the world
    I could fly to freedom.

    Can you understand what it means to be free?
    Do you care?

    Time stands still,
    Like water in a pond without a breeze.
    Then again, there are treacherous waterws
    That we try to cross without Faith,
    And we get nowhere

    In my mind i'm free sometimes
    But my body remains.
    And in the same space
    Day in, Day out
    I am counted

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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