The product of confusion dreams of the definite.
Dreams forever but merely dies.
On the shore of openness awakes to bravery,
a gleaming moment in time.
One chance, forever to shine.
Just as sure as it appears,
the wind changes course
to shift a mind.
Leaves behind confusion,
helpless victim of the rising tide.
Cling to a moment,
too short to birth a convincing lie.
Sails rise, confusion is passed,
back to the receiver at long last.
Lays there placing sand grains in a bottle,
keeping time to the denied
for it never rains outside.
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