Remembering a Time when my world was not so busy,
When my mind was not so loud.
A Space where my inner being could simply be,
Where my thoughts were not so crowded.
A Plane upon which I could lay my weary head,
Upon which I could spread my child-like wings.
A Line drawn in the sand, marking where I stand.
Between all of this bliss and my Fifth Dimension.
Between my consciousness and a higher realization.
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