Everything falls into place,
Like music to a beat,
Like beams of sunshine beating down,
Light filtered by tall evergreens on an old dirt road,
This is where dreams belong.
Breathe in the scent of pine,
Breathe out and everything melts away,
All that remains is a circle,
The crunch of leaves beneath feet,
A soundtrack blaring words of truth.
Walking in time to music,
Music plays in time to life,
Life falls into place,
And just as quickly falls back out,
Always falling.
One day I'll catch myself landing exactly where I want to be,
Walking in time to the music,
A soundtrack blaring words of truth,
Right where dreams belong,
And realize I've been here all along.
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