A Space In Time, by ezimmerman Subscribe to rss feed for ezimmerman

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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