You contemplate the setting sun, Unaware of your disorientation. Dis-orient: turned away from the east. The shifting current seems to conspire against you. Mr. Nichols, you fail to see that you've always stood outside of this window, perched on the threshold of oblivion. Countless man made stories above the truth For so long you've stood facing the setting sun Mistaking the complimentary unified duality of nature as being right or wrong Good or evil God or devil Mr. Nichols instead of stepping from this ledge into the downfall of your up rise Why not just turn around Lessen the intensity of your western glare and face the rising sun Note the energy swirling from its center How it illumines us all and only the birds fly first class...
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