Shifting moods and turning thoughts
Erratic and eccentric energies
Chasing the concept in an attempt
to understand the why
Can we hold a conversation?
Can we hold hands tonight?
Can we get along in this world?
There’s this vision that rests inside my brain
There’s this ambition within my heart
There’s this dream I can’t forget
We are running, escaping, lost, and seeking
We dance without touching
We dance to the tune of the You-and-Me-Tragedy
Listen to the whispers of the Story
Listen to the tell of Ancient Memories
There’s a solution to all this
There’s a strategy I may have missed
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