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Bouncing, running, laughing.  Gasping, Staring from shock, Falling.  How does one capture this? How does one enable this? It must be motion magic.    A person sits at a desk. 
The tranquility of the living earth Has brought me peace inside But mainly because the things I see For others it will hide   As I coast along this busy world I question myself here
I miss the cloudy days When the sky was nice and grey, A sad smile upon my face. What happened to the rain?   The sky has been to bright, With the warm sunshine Glowing upon the smiling faces
I wanna make things move 
Who am I? A question subject to everyday society. Nothing more. One that thinks for the better And acts for a cause. Concealment… Unnecessary. Life kept justified if otherwise
To mourn death or celebrate life. We're always left with sullen strife. Life, the tunnel of consciousness. Death, the promising of mysteriousness.
When I think of the night, I no longer feel afraid. Not sad nor angry, Just calm.   The night reminds me of us, At better times. When we would stare up into the great beyond,
He walks the streets looking for a way in or a way out Seeking a prize that he cannot find In the sky it cannot be seen, So he seeks the earth beneath his feet, Solid ground gives way beneath,
Life and death had a meeting when life was old, dying, and pleading. Death said hello with a grin, a dark greeting. Death looked at life and said, "welcome back you look different."
   A playhouse sits silently In the midst of our gloomy town Its vibrant colours and intricate patterns Hidden beneath layers of dust and dirt
Seeking validation Like a penny on the street How many pounds of complacency before We forget to eat Walking through this Void of regression   We are blind to The subtle conversations
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