Our big star rises on a new day,
But something so familiar comes with it,
Somehow staying up to watch the night turn to day
Just means a little more like this.
Midnight conversations are already sleeping,
Four a.m. conversations are where the real party is.
A bittersweet reunion for my ears
With words I can't help but love to hear.
Talking of gods and religion,
But thinking of things that are probably even more far-fetched.
It feels like we're already climbing mountains,
Maybe we can get to the summit one day.
It seems that even while holding what you want
You can't really have it.
A perfect summer night follows me around,
Making plans for future visits.
Nostalgia vs. Memory- Who will prevail?
They're both fighting for the same team.
Eyes like miles of highway,
Seeing barely to the horizon with so much left to explore.
Invisible force pulling me toward a wonderful collision,
Stopped and repelled by opposing forces.
Chances gone but hope still remains close by,
Don't forget to write.
dm
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