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I do not know my future,
i barely know my past.
I only know i feel good now,
and i pray that it will last.
Wisdom of past masters,
to guide me through the dream,
but the path is still elusive,
makes me want to scream.
To hear a child say:
"if i grow up" helps me see.
The dream can be fearful,
the truth is hard to see.
Distractions are a constant,
peace, it is elusive.
Heaven only knows, i don't,
exactly what truth is.
So i laugh and live,
if only for the moment.
The dream is one inside.
The dream, most of us
need to know it.
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