Wednesday, May 18, 2005

I got future, in today. It's unclear, but not dismay.
In time I'll find who is looking back on me now
This time I'll love that I am here, and not in the clouds.
I got my life, that's pretty good. I'm under the knife, that's understood.
I don't know where we're driving, but these signs have dates
I know why we're dying, it's these corporate licence plates
I got my mind, defender of my soul, My third eye is blind, but not on the whole
The dream is too low, so my mind is high.
The shadows they grow, with their net in the sky.

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