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No Regrets/No Sweat

Surfing the Waves Life Sprayed Out the Hose

I’ll gaze outside the cylinder,

Outside past this pendulum.

The patterns seem to similar,

Lines in the sand from the pendulum.


I’ll dream next to the pendulum,

Far across the desert in the center.

Connecting my lines to the pendulum’s,

Drawing snowflakes I missed in the winter.


I’ll write behind the glass,

Writing what I see outside this room.

It’s startling hearing the fireworks crash,

My words should be the only bim, bam and boom.


I’ll sing to this pendulum,

It sets the tempo and I always follow.

I admire this static pendulum,

Always been here when my world became hollow.



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