This man who performs... who is captured by the smile of a woman's face... not a girl ~ but see's one in their eye's... who longs for something out of reach ~ so I remain out of touch... this friend of your's... but not to himself... I will give you the world and yet not taste what is there waiting for me... I dream and I awaken... but never from the dream... this vision of who I must be... as though I can put me aside to enjoy anything else but what you wish of me... I can't love... only care... and even that can so easily just go away... or at least to some other place... Who am I... my need to feel the breeze, the water spray on my face... the calm and peace of the wind ~ Gods Breath... placing me in the voice of God... with no sound but the sound of life ~ sea ~ peace ~ calm ~ rage ~ adventure and maybe you... why is it now only there and I am here... you are there and I am alone, though surrounded by everyone.
'cause ~ is all that seems to come back to me.
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