Silence

Some love and some loathe
That sacred treasure troathe
Of nothing, not a peep
Not a single sound to keep
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You can find or lose yourself
In the open or in stealth
Nothing but your own thoughts
A place where you cannot be taught
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Because this is your safe place, or your nightmare
Freely flying through without a care
When you're alone with nothing but,
Your own perception of a familiar rut 
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