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Reaching for something in between, Trying to forget a dream, Feeling my heart fold like molten gold in a shattered mold, Burning whatever is left in this soon to be cauterized chest, Gasping for breath above the waves, watching how fate plays out these days, Reaching for a seam in a web of thread, Damning this triangle game of chess, with a silent scream and a broken king. Reaching for something in between, is like waking from a dream, when your world is still reality and fantasy, Like feeling the illusion of a perfect heart, Or feeling the urge to rise above the surge, and grasp at the threads of fate, Or playing the game of chess with tickers in the bet, And it all seems to run around in a rhyme of words and endless time, Until I break it with a worded discord in a calm assertive way. Let it go.......

only living in the moment