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We go into autopilot,
We drift from our thoughts,
Sometimes more then others,
But we forget all we're taught.
It's like waking up from a long dream,
the dream of life,
a dream full of chaos and commotion,
a dream of strife.
Then we enter our thoughtless place,
Where all is calm and serene,
It's silent and still,
But indead, quite pristine.
It's places like this that make us hunger,
they make us thirst for tranquility,
for a place we can call secure,
for a place where all is free.
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