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If I keep writing and you keep driving maybe we will come to the ocean's edge no need for fear or any worries cause this life is here.
If you keep singing and I keep painting our lives will be filled with color for art is in the music and the music is in you so let's keep this going.

Today is the First Day

Just like all the other days.
But with a tinge more of remorse.
Retrospect-
What could else I have done.
Left alone, for endless hours.
No place left to run.
Find one final lovers arms and say
secrets to be kept.

But nevertheless and never any more things are never what they seem although adored.
Take me out into the snow,
push me down
and you let me go.