Found amidst this winding
Wandering, rambling way
Out amongst these rushing
Cascading words we say
I'll catch them for a moment
Leave their impressions here
They flit away so quickly
Taking years to draw them near
Lost without conviction
For how am I to know
If this is where I should be
Or if that's the way to go?
I'll release these trepidations
Let them pass without a trace
They've tendencies to linger
But we've learned to drive them from this place
Here in endless wonder
Or here but for a day
Lost amidst this spinning swarm
Found in the words you say
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