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I thought and thought of the words you said
As they moved and wandered around my head
I began to think of something new
That still had to do with you
But rather than that simple thought you shared
I brought it around and conjured something cared
Of a small beginning of you and I
And the many brilliant days to go by
I thought to myself "can this be a dream?"
That has come to me through a lifeless beam
But no it is not I am quite awake
Hoping that I have not made a mistake
Possibly thinking that all is me or you
Which most likely is not overall true
I feel as if there is something I've missed
As if there may be a chaotic twist
But as the pigeon I leave in hands
More than asking for the highest demands
Why shall I continue to be so misunderstood
Is all that I am doing any good
I remember the words you spoke out to me
And they told me where I should be
And where I should be is in the best of those
Who the real me is what they have chose