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A whole different game
Wake up slowly, and don't yet hide -
imagine, and wish the ice away. open your eyes softly, open them wide, to see another brand new day.
And everything's changing, he said -
But no, the change is not the same Life is changing, we aren't dead ; Its just a whole different game.
Just a whole different game.
Wax eyed dreamers locking
still born thoughts in lazy fingertips, drumming faint echoes of the storm droning tunes, through shaky lips - to hammer the silence to a form.
And everything's changed, he said -
but, yet, the change's not the same. Life is, we still aren't made out for this rather fair game.
Hollowed musicians on hollow tiptoes
creating silent music on frigid sheets tapping away the moments, keeping time to mark the turns of change.
Yes, everything's changing
as it always was to be -
So are the statues slowly melting
and so can you find the sea - in the deluge, the hibiscus flood of tears and indifferent blood that washes the ashes away, to bring in the bright new day.
And things have changed, they thought -
we are no longer quite the same. And so we are not, when all we sought was just a whole different game.
Just a whole different game.
~ Shombuddho ~
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