Want something new
Even if it means risking
The greatest losses
Never freer than in our refusals
To sit still and just go along
We keep coming back
To the point of no return
Not recognizing our home
Still perched there on the shore
Of the impossible weaving
And dreaming of each day
The ones who don’t really believe
In death who know death
Is only real on earth
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