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Was it a dream?

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tonight, tomorrow, and everyday

the hour, minutes and the past seconds

i can’t hold my brains they sway

outside my thoughts running errands

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imagining and conceiving a plan

weaving into lengths of cloth its thread

but still fibers scatter out like a fan

can’t be one disunited into shred

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flying out of memory and into the sky

where it is further thinned by the surging air

and after a while it is blown and left to die

forgotten in the midst of nowhere

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again i’ll let the mind gather some scenes

and like movies there are talking lines

the voice was bad don’t know what it means

better to sleep soundly than interpret the signs

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