Like Smoke in Thin Air
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In Between the Lines
By Peter S. Quinn
In between the lines
Something needs to be written
Words for word it defines
What in meaning lies hidden
Plastic world outside
Within its lots of name
Through daily routine's hide
Never exactly the same
The complicated in us
Finding the in between
Roads away and across
Nothing from the outside seen
You and I of just two
Similar spices in line
Know what gets here through
And forces together combine
Yesterdays were ours
With tomorrow still to come
From lost world's inside powers
That we don't know where are from
Something is never finished
Only like smoke in thin air
In its drifting diminished
Away from reality here
By Peter S. Quinn
In between the lines
Something needs to be written
Words for word it defines
What in meaning lies hidden
Plastic world outside
Within its lots of name
Through daily routine's hide
Never exactly the same
The complicated in us
Finding the in between
Roads away and across
Nothing from the outside seen
You and I of just two
Similar spices in line
Know what gets here through
And forces together combine
Yesterdays were ours
With tomorrow still to come
From lost world's inside powers
That we don't know where are from
Something is never finished
Only like smoke in thin air
In its drifting diminished
Away from reality here
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