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ticktock
If you stared wide-eyed at a
death black hole gaping
like the end
can you pretend you are
asleep and at peace because
shutting your eyes make you feel
insomniac and takes you places
you don't want to be in?
If you strolled around the plans
of a house when nothing's breathing
but the sound of your
kaftan brushing skin
can you piece together a dream
like the one you're waiting
for but just
won't come?
If you turned on the lights
and watched a window
looking out become
a reflection looking in
to you
can you believe reality is
far, far away and
you're your own
land, here and there and
maybe near a cliff drop?
If you stared at a
computer screen, daring
it to spark out a welcome
sign though the plug's not
in the socket
can you for one second, imagine
you have to power to ignite
just about anything
in your life?
death black hole gaping
like the end
can you pretend you are
asleep and at peace because
shutting your eyes make you feel
insomniac and takes you places
you don't want to be in?
If you strolled around the plans
of a house when nothing's breathing
but the sound of your
kaftan brushing skin
can you piece together a dream
like the one you're waiting
for but just
won't come?
If you turned on the lights
and watched a window
looking out become
a reflection looking in
to you
can you believe reality is
far, far away and
you're your own
land, here and there and
maybe near a cliff drop?
If you stared at a
computer screen, daring
it to spark out a welcome
sign though the plug's not
in the socket
can you for one second, imagine
you have to power to ignite
just about anything
in your life?
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