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The veneer of ordinary lives
Cuts through us, like so many knives
Every aspect of our dreams,
Like blue bubbling streams
But behind it whispers, echoes, beehives
Every moment, we live, but rarely we do
Is this us, the us we dreamt to be?
Is this the crumbling truth of our lives to see
Desperately held together with glue
But behind it, we know what could have been
What paths destiny wrote, for you
What price to be paid, is as yet due
What stories untold, will forever remain
What steps fate hath taken, what deals were made
And behind it all, a deity doth chuckle
Our ordinary lives, lived out in pain
In longing, a lust to be free
To kiss a stranger in the rain
To run through meadows, to sail out to sea
And know, behind it all, thus was meant to be