I cannot tell you why I am haunted by thoughts
Or why small things make me forget things
Like the risk of it all
I cannot assume it will be ok if I feel off today
And the wind could swiftly move me away
How it easily does on days I forget
While the mind plays inside the aging body
And a bee dies in the liquid
With regret because it’s an accident
I cannot really know the truth
From the truth you say is the truth
Yet I can allow such things to be said
And accept them with my doubts
Like a piano stuck in the wrong key
It all makes sense
Eventually
As the swaying night folds farther away
From the beginning
Continuing on as something else
Maybe
Hazy Acres 
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