somthing toworda me
showing me the way home
needing it whanting it
its all the same
to push forward
unpredicicktable in a predickable
world
trying to control
the short hand
as the fast hand moves
catching up to the long
fuzzy freams
crying to control the ears
in a black room wiht white walls
no dark
no light
all illusions of time
to keep me sane











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