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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