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To Sit And Wander

If I sit and wander
back through the years
the odd nerve I hit
then I ponder
then oil the gears .

If I or
should I
theres no point
in a how or why
an old broken joint
will leak through new skies
then drown and impound you
then turns you to a weak
old meek
former no point of view
the past appoints a crew
worm holes open
and regression drags you through .

So I try to wander
to times in a near yonder
who knows the lines
that have been written for you
sang around a jazz chord
that hang a sound
in a future note
penned by the time lord
set in stone
with arthurs sword .

This is how a tomorrow becomes
when the past is hollow
best not live in it then
today's easier to swallow .[/font]