A Space In Time, by ezimmerman
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This morning I awoke with a shudder
Tried to speak but could only stutter
Wracked my brain to recall my dreams
Had a smoke and life was as it seems
All the war, suffering and disease
Can't touch me when my mind's at ease
By decree, Indians were deemed to be truly men
And now I see that I must be truly zen
There's a wind blowing over my soul
And I feel like lettin' it go
There's a chance I could be insane
True as the blood that runs through my veins
By noon, all my thoughts were simplified
Everything that's been born has to die
A man must walk thousands of miles
To find the meaning behind peoples' smiles
Sunlight will follow us on our trip to the moon
Don't worry, we will see the dark side soon
There is a way to see things that are not shown
A way to know things that are unknown
There's a voice whispering in my head
And I feel like I might be dead
There's a wind blowing over my soul
And I feel like lettin' it go
There's a current running through my brain
Just like the blood that runs in my veins
In the evening, I throw my head back
And see my reflection seep through the cracks
The sky started to rain and the spirit started to thunder
Which made my mind begin to hopelessly wonder
Why does the earth orbit the sun?
And why do things end when they've never begun?
Then I suddenly opened my eyes
To see the sun burst through the skies
There's moonlight falling through my fingers
And I feel like it's starting to linger
There's a wind blowing over my soul
And I feel like lettin' it go
There's a peace coming over my mind
And I feel like I've been blind
There's ways and means to forget the pain
That lives in the blood that runs through my veins |
Posted: 2013-09-06 22:59:16 UTC |
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