The wind is quiet
The air is cold
The sun begins
In shades of gold
The way existence waves
We hope the feeling is to hold
Grip emotion
Lose control
Slip by the notion
Of all untold
Slowing times begin to speed
Growing minds begin to feed
Not knowing why
And seeking how
Flowing by this world somehow
Tired eyes upon the task
Wired by this life's impact
Walk along with soul intact
Belonging in each moments act
Take the time to look around
Make the sign of silence sound
Begin within the inside
Behold here what is found
There are dreams of what will be
What we fear
And what is reality
Unfold the truth to see
And let it all be told
No one holding on but me
And here, I've let it go

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