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Right now this is the certainty
Right now, this is the certainty
That courses through. I feel, I do
That you take me wherever I need to go;
I don’t travel alone, when I have my skin.
All towns and gardens look familiar;
I find whatever situation I’ve fallen in
Provides if you flip over the bricks of the places
In the cracks, if you look twice at the inhabitants’ faces
Oh you’ll find a friend, hidden from you at first glance.
Calmly you go with no need to rush.
That is how you lead me.
I walk and the path seems to wind like a choice
Taking me wherever I need to be
Or is every place connected analogously?
Is that dismal or a miracle?
Depends on your eyes.
Before I came to the world again
I was wanderin’ lookin’ for
And could find what I sought in no venue,
And learned I would not find it anywhere.
But when you find a diamond you find a mine.
When you taste a drop you’re drowned in the sea,
And you drink and drink but it’ll never empty.
You drown in a diamond spill from the rip in the screen
And you might die of overwhelm staring straight at the burning sun.
07/31/11
That courses through. I feel, I do
That you take me wherever I need to go;
I don’t travel alone, when I have my skin.
All towns and gardens look familiar;
I find whatever situation I’ve fallen in
Provides if you flip over the bricks of the places
In the cracks, if you look twice at the inhabitants’ faces
Oh you’ll find a friend, hidden from you at first glance.
Calmly you go with no need to rush.
That is how you lead me.
I walk and the path seems to wind like a choice
Taking me wherever I need to be
Or is every place connected analogously?
Is that dismal or a miracle?
Depends on your eyes.
Before I came to the world again
I was wanderin’ lookin’ for
And could find what I sought in no venue,
And learned I would not find it anywhere.
But when you find a diamond you find a mine.
When you taste a drop you’re drowned in the sea,
And you drink and drink but it’ll never empty.
You drown in a diamond spill from the rip in the screen
And you might die of overwhelm staring straight at the burning sun.
07/31/11
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