"Out beyond ideas of right and wrong there is a field, I will meet you there."
Rumi
There's no time left to take a chance again
We wandered and left our moment behind.
At first our choice was separate paths we took -
'Til there was no way back that we could find.
You sauntered and drove yourself to wreckage,
I climbed and I tried and went much too far.
Your end was tragic and much too early,
My fall was slow but led me to our scar.
Your end was tragic and much too early,
My fall was slow but led me to our scar.
Somewhere there is time we'll spend together -
In Rumi's field where there's no right nor wrong.
And those who see us will be like we are:
Glad to be one amidst a misjudged throng.
And those who see us will be like we are:
Glad to be one amidst a misjudged throng.
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