Chaos or control
Longing or loosing
Heart and soul
Confusing or choosing
Flatness or madness
Selections or rejections
Tears of laughter and sadness
Being pulled in multiple directions
Breathing breathing
Releasing and believing
That we contain multitudes
All our moods and inner interludes
That parts of us are finite
That parts of us are infinite
Sometimes distant sometimes intimate
Day by night
Sunshine and moonlight
Do you think you might
Do you think you would
Do you think you could or should
choose simplicity
or
live in the intricacy?
– The Moment
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