plain be life, for those in rows
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speech only reaches, the tide lines grows
be with me..
love is theivery, bleeding me, can't we be
free to see past common scenery?
but insanity rides on the tailcoats of introspection
ciggarettes, coffee, cociane, an erection,
a drag, a sip, a line, and some tention.
all to find life is time to find direction
but the compass only points to me,
watch as i turn, leaves turn, brown to green
forward when i put it down by my feet,
pointing back, above my head, someone yells...