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"Breezy Afternoon"
"Future of Dreams"
"Confusion"
"Mask"
"Moving On"

"Breezy Afternoon"
9-9-97

The wind blows through the leaves,
It rolls out of the clouds and up the hills.
The sunlight streams in from the sky,
Its brightness cannot be matched.
The sounds emanating from outside,
They beat on my soul, and bring a smile to my face.
The cool, summer breeze runs through it all.
And the breeze leaves its mark on me.

"Future of Dreams"
9-16-97

We all become old, and wizened with age,
Blessed with grace, ripened with years.
We all get older, we all get younger.
We all shed tears, we all miss yesterday.
But then, you must also look into the future,
If you don’t, you’ll miss it.
It will pass you by.
You’ll only remember it, as a yesterday.
You have to open your eyes,
And focus your thoughts,
And make your dreams become a reality.
So follow your heart, and lead your life,
We can only do so much,
And you can do everything.

"Confusion"
9-20-97

Confusion.
The thoughts running through my head,
The feelings washing over my soul.
The answers aren’t there.
My heart is full of love,
But I have no one to give it to.
One minute it’s there, and the next. . .
. . . It’s not.
And there is no one to listen this time around,
They all have left, and moved on.
There is no one to hear my thoughts.
So I am forced to contain them.
And if I do, I can’t function.
It’s all so confusing.
But the questions are still there.

"Mask"
9-20-97

I try too hard.
The feelings I have, they aren’t my own.
They’re someone else’s, they aren’t real.
I live my life behind a mask,
I close my eyes, but the light comes in.
I want to take my mask off,
But I know it all too well.
I thought I had taken it off before,
But I hadn’t really,
I had just put another mask on.
I don’t know how to change,
And I’m not sure I want to.

"Moving On"
9-21-97

My heart feels like rejoicing,
But my feelings are holding me back.
I don’t know what to do,
I don’t know how to react.
I have no answers, no reasons,
For the actions that I take.
They aren’t mine, I have no control. . . .
And it saddens me, when I see,
That you no longer love me.
And it hurts me, when I know,
That it is time to move on. . . .


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