Sway In The Evening

Rare Seed

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Crashing into the sunset
Hits the mark
Chasing the shifting current
In the dark
Waiting and yearning for the chance
To decide
Shivering with sensation
In disguise

Voice like a bronze gong rings out from the crowd
Breaking the tethers, I climb to the clouds
Tenuous, nebulous, gossamer wings
Leaving the body the wind starts to sing

Swaying into the evening
It's alright
Meandering with no ending
In sight
Devoid of a nagging meaning
It's all fine
Sliding it all together
With no strife

Voice like a bronze gong rings out from the crowd
Breaking the tethers, we climb to the clouds
Tenuous, nebulous, gossamer wings
No more attachment, no need for thing