there is no perfect life or perfect place to live,
there are fleeting moments and images, painful and sweet
noticing those notes, smells, tastes and remembering them
attempting to give good karma out into the world..not to achieve total consciousness
but because you just feel right doing so
moments of laughing, yelling, being rebellious and obnoxious,
having people that can hear you even when you won't talk
my own needs are so simple and my rules are too
I want to end each day knowing that if it was my last, my friends would know exactly how I feel about them
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