once i close my eyes
i can never know where i am
because i am constantly moving
and although i know the roads well
i dont know the feelings
of swerving turns
and slopes straights
but that is the beauty of this trip
that within the chaos
the conflicting voices and melodies
these familiar yet unfamiliar paths
i can finally focus
maybe we need to learn to block the
cacophony of living
to truly see ourselves
the solo
maybe we need the chaos...
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