One day I’ll look back on my life,
And see how the ink has dried.
What roads I’ve chosen to take,
where stars did not collide.
Everything is everything,
or so they want me to think.
Until it all becomes nothing,
through dreams they speak.
-OM
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One day I’ll look back on my life,
And see how the ink has dried.
What roads I’ve chosen to take,
where stars did not collide.
Everything is everything,
or so they want me to think.
Until it all becomes nothing,
through dreams they speak.
-OM
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I hate poetry. I do. But,, I loved this. thanks Jason
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I’m glad you appreciated it Suze! Hope you had a great New Years!
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Great writing
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Thank you. 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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👏👍
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Nicely done, Jason. ❤
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Thanks Penny! Another sleepless night heh.
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No, I just don’t sleep in on the weekends any more. I’m up about 5 during the week and the habit continues on the weekend. 🙂
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I hear ya!
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