Still Hour

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The less is more concept,
sometimes less is more.

All the clutter is gone, and I’m glad.
It seems the more one has, the more one needs.

When all I need, is a break from this race,
that keeps me second guessing on how I spend my days.
It turns more profound when it stands alone.
Do you ever feel alone? Do you ever feel alone?

I chose this path against the grain, I know its insane
I’ve put it all on the line.
I'm rolling my pennies for coffee and cream to stay up with the moon
while the sun’s in hiding, shed some memories, she’ll shed some light on me.

The less is more concept,
sometimes less is more.

All the clutter is gone, and I’m glad.
It seems the more I have, the more I need.

When all I need, is the underlying white noise, that soothes my busy ear,
dreams of water falling, water rushing over rocks,
smoothing things over with the river gods.