My Father died or did I just open my eyes
From a calm top to a deadly sea
I wonder how I floated amidst lonely spree
I felt Him, I feel I did, yes, deep inside me
In essence if only, the dream was sweeter than the real cream
The forms called Truth sprints with me
As it plays with me, living through me
Questioning you, and you, and you and me
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