ask yourself about the pictures you see
when you are listening to my music
musical hopes shadows of the evening
shipwrecked, castaways, for the listener
newness of a song can't last long, fleeting
like kisses of your first girl friend in summer
ask yourself about the places you go with my mixing
manic mixing, obsession to place 20 songs for 80 mins.
I fancy 78 mins. myself without same letter follow another
same first letter of the artist can't be next on the running order
method to madness, my mind holds songs, feelings & expressions
fitting to have a heart of home in these song obsessions
ask yourself about the rain and sun of these mixes
rise, pummeled, set & poured into your open door
your open windows of your heart, mind & time, yes, time
my time spent working at my desk, fleshing out idyllically
the echos of my mind, though sound but stable as static
noise to drown, time allows me, as once did drink for sorrows
ask yourself about the frames of mind, friends on the internet
the importance of people and the holiness of the the soul
the signs on the windows of the soul, out of your control
I've come to believe I am a solemn conservative atheist
that freight train of thought, is better sold than bought
I am a lost soul searching, I am seeking a freedom profound
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