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without lyrics

life can be lived without words. in a world where the sound of leaves have more meaning, where birds and clouds can speak to you more than any of those around you. where the ocean and the sky sit aloud in silence before you. where life exists before language.
i never fail to feel the power of song and of lyric as it encapsulates feelings and personal thoughts unsaid but it is not all. i feel separate from youth today as they listen to songs of pain and anguish and loss but where are the songs without lyrics?
as music slips away from the mind and into a realm of needs and emotions i feel a sense of departure from the mind. how can one sit and feel alive in themselves when they are being told how they feel?
maybe i am old and i am missing something but those that are around me are not and so i do not feel i am, i feel it is they who are missing themselves.
i don't see the power of communication any more.
i don't see the risk in letting go
I'm probably just not looking in the right places.
we forget that how we feel is the same as others. i am not unique. i am better than you but i am not the only one...
i apologise for my haste but it does build up. i need to search further, deeper and with more purpose. i am not alone, i just feel it because this is the world that i have created

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