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REALIZATION
REALIZATION
(T. Beechey)
If only I could sneak a look at unwritten pages in a book
Then,from myself,I would be shook with every tiny step I took
Just like ripples in a brook,sometimes I find a secret nook
To hide away from the dangled hook of each labeled as a crook
And every time that old wind blows,another side that's hidden shows
Even when you've chance to doze,within your dreams the fury grows
That's just the way life sometimes goes,what's the answer? No one knows
I guess it's just one of those questions that will never close
Sometimes I wonder why I'm here,this is no time to laugh or jeer
All the things that I hold dear are with me as I keep them near
The time is coming close,I fear,to everything becoming clear
Maybe in a coming year,I'll find out why I did appear
What's the meaning? Where's the sense? Who knows what's beyond the fence?
Perhaps it's something so immense without a chance for recompense
We'll only understand it whence we put aside our arguments
For the loudness of a voice which vents becomes a whisper in past tense
