Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Did I dream the day’s away?
Or was it all a cruel joke
As punchlines sliced days gone
Or did they tell it wrong
I waited for the laughter to fade
I was never in on the irony
But entered in the second act
As everyone left at the intermission
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Deep dark woods to brood
Pasts whispered, if I could
Stories of glory bought and sold
Words of heroes, words of old
In moonlit paths, ancient tales unfold
Memories bought and memories sold
Fall of night until break of day
Weight of ages fall away
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Hairline chinks abound
Never making a sound
Spreading subtle and quiet
Without a way to deny it
Days pass without a sound
Memories fall to the ground
Stories built upon a past
Living shadows they will cast
They taught me not to think
Both feet over the brink
Seeing between the cracks
Everything that everyone lacks
Age will free us from the lie
And all we can do is sigh
Years belie the truth of time
There is no reason or rhyme
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Days are long, stretched and torn,
Time unkind to masses forlorn,
Moments pass, relentless stream,
Lost in shadows of a shattered dream.
Each tick, each tock, a mournful chime,
Echoing the passage of borrowed time.
In solitude, we count the cost,
Days are long, but memories are lost.
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Pieces of the places I have been
Sown together by lyrics and vision
Moonlit beams on snowy peaks
Woven into the person I now seem
Bumbling talks and stumbling walks
Quotes that will never let go
The biting taste of morning coffee
While ignoring the ticking clocks
The mosaic of this patchwork quilt
By others shaped and formed
Seems a bit worn and tattered
Holding every stitch that life built
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The glimmer we hold onto
When the skies roil and churn
All you have gone through
The bridges you have burned
Nothing left to look back upon
No memories in the way
Miseries that now are gone
Left buried in bygone days
Maybe no one ever told you
That the light will find a path
Under skies of shimmering blue
The journey was just a laugh
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Take what is left of your life
Live it correctly
For there is no more than this
Endings come directly
Keep the past where it belongs
It cannot be changed
Always using the lessons learnt
A future rearranged
Soon it will be said and done
A story being told
Leaving behind some memories
For others to hold
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So the story yet to be told, of days gone by and long ago
I remember being young, but you don’t know being old
I will not ruin the suspense for you, as you learn in time
Thinking you have found the answers; the rhythm and rhyme
Your story is still to be written, pages crisp and white
Chapter by chapter, day by day the story you will write
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In forgotten dreams, I was,
Lost in time’s vast abyss.
In those remembered, I might be,
Seeking solace, finding bliss.
But today, I am present,
Woven in reality’s embrace.
No longer drifting, I exist,
A dream awakened, taking space.
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The days were long; the nights so much more,
As we, with hearts of hope, roamed the rocky shore.
But waves; they crashed upon the rocks, as we grew old,
And life, once warm, turned bitter, sharp, and cold.
Forlorn we stood, our dreams all tossed aside,
In sorrow’s grip, all fleeting joys consumed in pride.
Yet still we journeyed on, with laden steps,
Forever bearing the pain, with no time for regret.
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 