A Return to Form

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Her anxiety disappears and the world blurs

Illusions of honesty and brightness

A deep sense of peace as her words slur

She makes decisions with ease and lightness

 

This music reverberates through her soul

She’s open and feeling no fear or pain

Tonight, she’s going to reach that holy goal

Of union with the divine, her joy is plain.

 

This feeling always will come when she calls

Much more reliable than anyone

All sadness gone, until the spirit falls

And the bottle in the hand becomes a gun

 

Will she lose all her years chasing this feeling

A sweet loving lie that’s so appealing

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