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Take on Me

Once upon a time ago, I would spend hours lamenting over life. Trying to find it's deeper meaning. The why. I questioned everything. Time, religion, fate, free will, God, love, morals, why the color blue was named blue. You could say I have a need to know, or I was just annoying. Regardless, I still need to know. I still ask. I still question. It's just a part of who I am. It's in my DNA. I accept this you should also. 
I look back at the pieces I've written, some I am very aware of the who or the why. Others, I believe we're just conjurings of the mind. A moment l, an Ah HA moment. Fun fact, Take on Me is one of my favorite songs. I'm old, I can still see the video on my head from Saturday mornings watching MTV or VH1. Kids, ask your parents. Man, to go back to those times, such simplicity. And yet, here I am, letting the mind run.... 


Myself
I am writing now
To explain this
I am a character in life
 Reality
Nothing drawn. 

Sometimes, I wish
I could dissipate like water
And hide in clouds above
 Come around whenever

Sometimes,
it don’t hurt to be different
Or
stay around

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