Out there other universes are speculated
In here I have proved them and traveled them well
There are questions I don't ask inside
The horizon never stops me I can see and be beyond
Eight light minutes is a distance out I will never reach
Inside four light years back just now but the nearest star
What confines light out there does not me in here
I take on the appearance of math can't be proved to exist
Why did men start to shave
No one knows
More questions than answers
Larger still the number of wrong answers
She has an optimistic soul
Painting for this life time
Sometimes I must write
Beyond optimism I write to another life I see in here
Never would it occur to quote my prose to you
Here and now it comes from within goes out and is confined
Until it will break free as water and wind wear down the mountain
More above than below
Not always sure where I am going
Remember perhaps half of where I have been
The past surprises like the future
The best tears are happy and sad
She said going down the road
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