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In a Daze, For Days


I'm masking my judgement

Releasing my tranquility

I'm moving on to something greater

Don't you see?

 

Let us make songs, words, and laughter

Then we will be the enchanters 

The enchanters of our day in age

And we will be engaged

 

Engaged to the author of our fate

Who will walk us through a gate

The gate passed fear

The one passed cheer

 

A gate that will lead to eternity

Where we will have endless possiblities.

One where we can right the end of our story

Maybe with more glory

 

I want to see this generation 

Have a better reputation.

Because when a hole is burned in my memory

My dreams will be the history of the century.

 

My piece will contribute to the puzzle

Instead of being a puddle

that people fall into

Where they become foreign 

 

I may not see the whole picture

But I am part of the fixture

And together we will be infinite

Instead of being definite

 

We were beautifully and wonderfully made

So, stay for my parade

Where we will dance

And fall into a trance

 

With a love filled battle 

Where we will gamble

Now you can give your two cents

Because then I'll have a penny to make more sense

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