Dawn;
I saw the way clearly.
Midday;
I was blinded by the sun.
Dusk;
I am alone and lost.
Midnight;
the moon will be bright.
Dawn;
I saw the way clearly.
Midday;
I was blinded by the sun.
Dusk;
I am alone and lost.
Midnight;
the moon will be bright.
To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect(75)
That makes calamity of so long life.
I really like this, Ralph, it's simplicity belies its depth. You really got me thinking with this, you mean man, this narcotics besieged brain had a ball with this. Just kidding, I'm off the hard stuff already, but you did inspire some very deep thought. Real good stuff, love.
Best,
Lisa
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