The timing is impeccable

It seems almost transcendental

Every time the sky opens up

My world

seems more dependable

*

Anyone else might lose their mind

I try so hard to explain it

Meaningful connection

Space and time

How can I

Easily frame it?

*

Beyond chance

It happens

again and again

And there’s no way

we can tame it

*

If it’s not one thing

It’s something else

I have decided

I have to claim it

**

My world

Your world

Our world

Theirs

Longing gaze

Or creepy glares

*

No matter how you look at it

Nothing else compares

No one ever

Tries to explain it

It seems like no one cares

*

Is it out of place?

Or out of time?

Meaningless?

Or meaning prime?

*

Maybe folks don’t care at all

Because they can’t

Connect the line

But when it’s always

Up in my face

I guess I have to call it mine

**

My world

Your world

Our world

Theirs

When it phases

No one shares

*

No matter how you look at it

Nothing else compares

No one ever

Tries to explain it

It seems kind of unfair

*

Is it just me?

Visions just mine?

Meaningful?

Or meaning grinds?

*

Maybe folks don’t notice at all

Because they can’t

See the design

But when it always

Helps me keep pace

I guess I will

Try to shine

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