Full Circle.

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Started a life on a blue piece of rock

Started to live with a gray piece of flesh

Moving on to live with a thin line of light

Lighting up the mind with a fresh piece of want

To wake up the sun and ask to shine

To tickle the clouds and ask to rain

To clean up the wound and ask to bleed

To wipe up the eyes and ask for tears

To draw a name on the clean sand to read

To wait for the waves to wipe it clean

To sketch up a circle and trace it down

To walk a passage to a circle full grown.

To repeat the lone, lost wave

Of mistakes, crashes and burns. 

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