It's Relative

I travel to see them
and I age ten years
it makes them feel younger

I travel to see him
and he drives me mad
it makes him feel sane

I stay away
as much as I can
it makes me feel close

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I come across a small village in the foothills
where prayer flags and tapestries
give a strong colour to the scenery

I am immersed in a trance-like stupor
with no reflection, no reflection
but the morning is bright and clear

It will be a delight if you wish to walk with me
Walk a while until you turn
You will not be at my side forever

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We take our thanks for granted
Don't even question the same things
Groom each other like apes
Make an effort without trying

A two strand plait
for a while

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