The world stares at us, As we laugh, dance and run in the rain, Like we're doing something crazy, While they hide from magic in plain sight. crazies: poets, lovers, alike.
We hope for the best, With crossed fingers, And silent prayers, Tiny rituals, And superstitions, By following patterns, And breaking some, We are hopeful creatures, Hoping for the best.
With no plans lately, Life has it's own plans with me, And somehow I'm okay, Okay being led on, Okay being fed with ideas, motivation and willpower, Okay being slow and restrained, Okay being patient
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