what wonders life may bring.
Of pure unspoiled simplicities,
of birds that fly on wing.
Of lands across the oceans,
that i may never see.
Or how different my families lives,
if I had never been.
The depths of real silence,
or the solitude of death.
Or how the winters vapours drift,
on a cold fresh morning breath.
For there are no outer limits,
to the things my mind can dream.
No bounderies or restrictions,
on just how far i see.
And so I'll keep as precious,
the space inside my head.
Even if the time I have,
is only when in my bed.
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