so Far

so Long
There's No way These Dreams can Be gone

been in Me in the most dormant of Days
What'd you do//if the fog just tried to make them 

smog away. Would let them drift past or seize them
for all they could Be. What'd you forsaken this life's 

last possibility? this is the question of Time. These moments
for which we're meant. Some stay for little time other's are 
heaven sent..but how do we know? Probably when our dreams 

are being full bent. The only sure way to know what exists in 
a being. He or she who happens to live it out / for all this life's 
final Scene. To do is for most, and not just for self. But a knowledge
it can be too - ways for everybody Else. I'm living this final scene
this one thing in my life. Only and main way I know is that I did live

it Twice. T o know that a third time and surely, when it presses against

me, is a way to know my life's last and One infinity. To know that in each
bird that's sung, and in each bud that blossoms, there can be something 
indeed, a thing of the awesome. And in each of us a trust, that this thing
does exist, a nature (to be seen) that surely can't miss. So my trust and my 
dignity in this one thing, is not different than that which is in every human being 
So know this and own this as upwards i go, a divinity in time is the only thing
that can be so*