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Naked light of color and heavy stone
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A Library of color
In a rather dismal world
Drizzling white rain, black room an no doors,
People outside window, walkin past street signs lit up neath lamped halos
And my room is spinning round and a round,
In a naked light of color and heavy stone
Falling in former quarters of mire and heavy drink flow, it stoned me, the comfort there that remained
Sometimes I find it hard to run through the fire,
And just I shut down,
When writing starts to feel as job instead of a love
When it starts to alter my mind, for the darker and for worse
Then all nightmares are real
Becoming perpetually lost within the minds mazes and monsters
When it comes on me, and I feel I am about to lose my control
I love it,
I close my eyes, and just let it go
Sometimes the ride is addicting
When lost, in search of ancient lost words,
Musically lost in search of lost chords
Time out of mind and searching for thee
Dawn is a beautiful feeling
And night, a wonderful ceiling
No future dealings, when lost in the dawn’s sunset
Right now, right now is well enough anytime
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