Quiet music 

Quiet mind 

Time to let

Time rewind 

A lived life

One must digest 

Which is why

One needs rest

Turn events 

Into words 

Across brainwaves 

They fly like birds

Until they focus

Into verse

Perhaps prose

For better or worse 

Then you begin 

To live again 

Repeatedly 

Without end.

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