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Every new day is a gift
it’s a song of redemption
any expression of love
is the way to return
to that place that I think of so often
but never mention
the one the voice
in the back of my head
says that I don’t deserve
Come fire,
come water
come karma
we’re all in transistion
the wheel of becoming
erases the physical mind
till all that remains
is a staircase of misinformation
and the code we inherit
the basis
the essence of life
inside some cloudy nostalgia
where there are no features
look at ourselves through a porthole
the passage of time
See that sunny day
that we snuck down
hid under the bleachers
kissed as the band marched
everything fell into line
So I go
umbrella under my arm
into the green of the radar
How’d I get so lost?
I’m amazed
It’s just so bizarre
all the things I’m afraid of
Why do I hide from the rain?
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July 10, 2012 at 12:00 pm
July 10, 2012 at 6:41 pm
Every new day is a gift
it’s a song of redemption
any expression of love
is the way to return
to that place that I think of so often
but never mention
the one the voice
in the back of my head
says that I don’t deserve
Come fire,
come water
come karma
we’re all in transistion
the wheel of becoming
erases the physical mind
till all that remains
is a staircase of misinformation
and the code we inherit
the basis
the essence of life
inside some cloudy nostalgia
where there are no features
look at ourselves through a porthole
the passage of time
See that sunny day
that we snuck down
hid under the bleachers
kissed as the band marched
everything fell into line
So I go
umbrella under my arm
into the green of the radar
How’d I get so lost?
I’m amazed
It’s just so bizarre
all the things I’m afraid of
Why do I hide from the rain?
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