This is not me ... Poems

Under the stars we started talking,
About things you and me will never really understand

Where does the time go with each passing of the day?
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I wish I could have you
All of you
But what good would it do?
When you don't feel it too;
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I think it's time we made some changes,
The taste of apathy s'gone dry,

The clouds are still blowing asunder,
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Nothing is more sacred;
To pull oneself out of time, out of rhythm;
And experience the beauty
That be it always around us
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