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Neglected pages of  broken dreams Slip out of forgotten notebooks To haunt vibrant, living ideas Yesterdays murmur what tomorrows try to shout And we stand here, today, trying to listen to the tenses that stand tense around us. Libraries and open books, silent sighs and empty looks. Words fall softly around me like summer raindrops Forgotten penmanships return like memories flowing from a pen I turn the pages in search of you Yet in most ways you remain hidden from view Lifting borrowing cards in search of confirmation, a symbol of affirmation And I am turning the page. Turning the page on a new life without you...

To the point of balance                                                  or of no return To the point of not knowing for what you yearn To the point and straight to it For they will hear of no other way... As you will travel no road but this,                                                 follow your bliss And it will take you there.                                                 Where? To the point of indecision To the point of no return To the point of a needle, the point where all will burn To the point and straight to it, because there is no other way To the point...                    but it's fluid,