unraveling the mystery of my control, the contorted melody without a word
what makes what to relative to the things I recall in my memories
wrapped in the shadows of their eyes, people & places I have known
relevant remarks from coffee shop's patio, window to the world of a center
to befriend a foe, finding forgiveness is gold, I hear myself talking to you now
it's the sad things I tell myself when nobody is there to listen, to forgive myself
waste not is to want not, life is about waiting to waste our time on your dime
a good friend is about the best thing, I can think of, in this universe to converse
fragments of flashes permeate into this waking life
thinking, feeling a transfusive daydream to every part of the memory
foundation for the thoughts so mundane & sad
reverie indulged desires to look back and retrace
where you have been in all these lifetimes of guilt & shame
where you have been in all these lifetimes of high highs & low lows
fact of the matter is you made it through to here
got here from there, down the rabbit hole, intact able to love
to make me who I am, no need to get stoned, escape, I have grown
scenes of grey-green leaves shadowed in shades of the disappearing forest
I can't afford to feel it's about me, I see the beauty in my tree
Joni Mitchell's- I Think I Understand pays in the sunlight of my sundial heart
the voice in my traveler self penetrates the music playing here in my room
loneliness facilitates the heartfelt sympathies of the good time rounder me
pick a day to get away, train trip across, the good ole usa
walking through the blackness off the tongue of taste of wine like sandpaper
listening to the night, oh, the brightness of the spark, summertime fire flies
the flesh-like rocky pathways upon hills of daylight, I remember that night
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