Feelings Become Involved
Dance around her image,
Memories so fond.
Is it ever really finished,
Feelings become involved.
We spin around forever,
Intertwined as two in one.
In between a memory,
And what we have become.
Neither god nor' bad,
devil or good.
Deter me from pursuit,
Change adapt transform invent,
All because of muse.
Integrate inform instill,
virtues out of truth.
A light, a door, and open cave,
Stirring up the soup.
A noise dings loud in distant worlds,
My ear held to its source.
We've all been here once or twice,
And we'll be back again for more.
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