CHALK DUST TO CHALK DUST

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CHALK DUST TO CHALK DUST

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Sometimes I think so many complicated thoughts

Trying to solve the unsolvable, fix the unfixable

Escape the inescapable, rewrite the past

That the inside of my skull looks like one of those giant chalkboards

Covered with incredibly complex equations

But no solutions

Adding more to the equation will not fix it

More factors will not solve it

At that moment it is the greatest relief

To take my Magical Eraser, my breath 

To wipe that slate clean

Presto chango the problems are gone

All that is left is that beautiful space

So fresh and clean and new called The Now

Being in this very moment where nothing is complicated

At all

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