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Here At This Place

Here At This Place

Asking questions

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I have come here.

I have come here to ponder a question.

I sit on the edge before the waves of dawn to learn this humble question.

The sand is soft as I struggle in and out of my childhood memory.


Are the waves speaking to me?

Am I a wronged man?

Here by the waves on the soft sand.


Am I a mad man?

Here on the edge.

Did you give me a destiny?

Can I learn my lessons and wash away my questions.

Is it wise to rinse it away when WE are all just soft sand?

Is that the lesson?

Here I am and I ask is that the lesson.

For a man alone and man asleep with sorrow.

I am alone I do not umderstand.





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