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Someday I will build a house by the sea.
During the days I'm going to drink tea and ponder deep thoughts- What does living mean? How is it that a creature with a stinger can create something as sweet as honey? At night I'm going to sit on the peaceful beach and think simplistically and abstractly.

Maybe I'll lay down. Maybe I'll ask myself why it's easier to get lost in the dark than be found in the light. In my mind, it'd all be fantastically simple. The answers will range from yes, no, and maybe so. Except I'll realize the next day, while drinking my daily libation of soul tea, that it's truly easier to be found in the dark and get lost in the light.

Those in the dark are seeking while those in the light assume they see it all. Those seeking will find and those assuming will lose.

Someday I will build a house by the sea.
During the summer I'll chase the clouds while my dream catcher weaved of fond wishes. During the winter I'm have to skip smooth rocks into the frozen ocean to defy gravity with their distance. My thoughts can't be seasonal- I would prefer to keep my open exclusiveness throughout all.

Maybe I'll stand erect. Maybe I'll consider why it always seems I'm fleeing the scene of my mortality. I run, I skip, I fly, I soar... always away. I flee. It wouldn't make sense to me- the runaway of my own dreams. I am content with my house by the sea. With my tea and my thoughts. With my sitting and simplistic reality. With my cloud chasing and rock skipping. I am content.

Until I remember I fell asleep to your dream.
I chase away from what isn't mine.

Today, I'll forget. Yesterday, I'll ache for. Tomorrow... I'll miss once it becomes Today and sinks away into the masses of Yesterdays.

Someday I will build a house by the sea.
I am shamelessly stealing your dream.

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Someday I will build a house by the sea.
During the days I'm going to drink tea and ponder deep thoughts- What does living mean? How is it that a creature with a stinger can create something as sweet as honey? At night I'm going to sit on the peaceful beach and think simplistically and abstractly.

Maybe I'll lay down. Maybe I'll ask myself why it's easier to get lost in the dark than be found in the light. In my mind, it'd all be fantastically simple. The answers will range from yes, no, and maybe so. Except I'll realize the next day, while drinking my daily libation of soul tea, that it's truly easier to be found in the dark and get lost in the light.

Those in the dark are seeking while those in the light assume they see it all. Those seeking will find and those assuming will lose.

Someday I will build a house by the sea.
During the summer I'll chase the clouds while my dream catcher weaved of fond wishes. During the winter I'm have to skip smooth rocks into the frozen ocean to defy gravity with their distance. My thoughts can't be seasonal- I would prefer to keep my open exclusiveness throughout all.

Maybe I'll stand erect. Maybe I'll consider why it always seems I'm fleeing the scene of my mortality. I run, I skip, I fly, I soar... always away. I flee. It wouldn't make sense to me- the runaway of my own dreams. I am content with my house by the sea. With my tea and my thoughts. With my sitting and simplistic reality. With my cloud chasing and rock skipping. I am content.

Until I remember I fell asleep to your dream.
I chase away from what isn't mine.

Today, I'll forget. Yesterday, I'll ache for. Tomorrow... I'll miss once it becomes Today and sinks away into the masses of Yesterdays.

Someday I will build a house by the sea.
I am shamelessly stealing your dream.