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“The choice of my mate”

From our meaning, we are one
Past the ones that are free
Beneath me ponder our existence
Is there anything left for me?
The ones who are free are eager,
They make up money past the trees
“No gold, no silver for me”
No brother, my keeper, can see
The life I live is a pondering, no wisdom there
Just me
Life begins with you in your eyes
You in your mouth
You in your nose
You for you
Life is better because of you
At least the eyes that see are there for you, free
As time is for us all
To see
What is left, after you?
What compares, for you?
Life is just a pondering noise
That invites us all to die
So lifeless I remain
Lifeless I became
As freedom is there to define our lines
As life is a sound, but who am I?
Life begins with you and me
Life there, life there, life there
Life is as if it isn’t because of me, free?
The moments you were there, were you meaning to know me,
Meaning to know me?
At least life is here pondering so why not see?
Most of life is a question to ponder, are you yet, free?
The trees do blow off leaves, and we digest our own air
We digest what is there
Free
Love is laughing but what is a sound, free?
Most of love is a sound but what does love need?
More pondering
Love is free
More life
Love is what you need
Most of me is here to say free
And see how far you go
As freedom rings!
Freedom is the essence of anything
So I see
Free