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Dew covered grass Marks the coming of a pass Of a storm's grazing Touch Moving so slightly As to move us In the slightest of ways

So Molondrious Mallon woke up to his existense in a thatch covered balloon. He rolled around for a bit, staring aimlessly into the heavens before finally getting up. In this world, there only existed shades of non-existant flash, or at least so thought Molondrious. * And think he did, for what was to follow, threw him into an explosive reaming of his mentalscape. He opened up his door and stepped out into a crash of light that so blinded Molondrious he had to stop moving and cover his sensors. The swathing disturbances of relative distortion jumbled up his sense of being as he tried to make sense of the seemingly inconceivable changes in hi

When your dreams come to be the things you see The things you love will always be The things you need You'll see you when you say 'me' And not another pretense for what could be Feeling free, no stormy seas A clear horizon Your mind at peace

To feel the best You must know the worst And realize the vast extent Of human emotions To burst into flames Only to be renewed again And feel the present's whos whats and whens Understand that by bringing out the best in others You bring out the best in yourself And help the lesser without cause Even in cost of your health Realize that all that you want And all that you need May coincide for the best And all that you wish, and all that you've spent Just comes from the rest Your intentions must meet your moral conventions And when occurs the concurrence of your soul, your mind, and your body Out comes something better tha

what beautiful weather the spring brings what causes the birds to come out and sing what makes the color of the sky so blue what makes the rivers stream anew what blends the breeze from swifter winds what makes the warmth in people spin

Year by year The changes mount Much too many For numbers to count And Month by month The seasons flee Marked by leaves Left on the trees And Day by day The endless bounds We're meant to leap But never found Lead us to yet More common grounds By which the moon sits and howls As we lay low And wait for sounds Of minutes to pass and Seconds to rest

The morning sun awaits as i linger in my bed Waiting For my slumber to wear off Completely Going through the motions To transition From refrained sleep to awake dreams

A world without words is not much of one at all For the way our thoughts are stored give rise to meaning to a new sun's gleaming and all the things we feel When we're not dreaming

I'll let the rest lay ahead of me For I have a secret That the world will turn Beneath my feet The fire burns And the air tastes sweet And the shades of grey Flow freely Their eyes so steely And another revolution Makes its way around its axis While we all whisper "The fact is…" That facts don't remain And all the secrets here are left unstained

When I see your eyes I see the thoughts you might dream And what they might mean