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This Big Extreme

By Bruce Clifford

Sleepless nights shaped like wings
Calling out to distant things
Around that time within a dream
Heading for this big extreme

Reckless lives dipped in sand
Calling out to a guardians plan
Chasing lines before high tide
Leaning towards the end of time

We turn to nothing when we turn around
We forget about what weíve been about

Sleepless nights bouncing on springs
Dripping candles and diamond rings
Around that time in a scene
Reaching towards this big extreme

Can you hear the whispers like I do
Donít make a sound
Donít ever cry
We turn to nothing when we turn around
We forget about what weíve been about

Sleepless nights shaped our dreams
Calling out to what this means
Around that time within a dream
Walking towards this big extreme

©4/17/17 Bruce Clifford


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