Focus on the giver, not the gift
The land of milk and honey drips
In tales limitless
the ones we live
the ones we play
the ones we love
the ones we fake
A fertile time of remembrance
This summer here
In spades of two
of me and who
quieting the echo
honing in the connection
nothing to hide
nothing to prove
i'm not running from me
i'm not running from you
step by step the present unfolds
infinite jests abound, truths told
what is real
which one will fill
your eternal cup of giving up
the goods to great
the dreams to fate
the choice to you
to just
do what you came
to do
without feeding the ego too
much
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