it's this time of day / i hide
on the top deck / listen to all
hell break loose in this house / the
drums are going / children yell / &
i try to build up enough courage to
drag my
eyes a way from the sky & sun on the mountain
tops / a cross the lake /
i can only see up / you see
it's points of light / i see /
the desire to be come /
fear & loath ing /
the desire to run /
perhaps i'll steal a car &
go south
[i]i'll never make it / [/i]
but
the desire
certain lee
is strong
in side me / /
some thing i'm / just not getting
& damn
my heart pounds
moisture gathers /
what am i try ing to live up to
no / i'm no poet /
i'm simply in therapy right now
void of any original thot / /
only full / of feel ing
heart's too deep /
it believes mountains breathe
it senses water / spring streams / rivlets /
constant lee run / down down / yes / all
the worlds water runs down these mountains
all a round me / all the time / /
/
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