Why must you lead and lead and lead
When there is nowhere leading to be led?
My dream I mistaken for memory
Still from this I did not grow wise
And invented no song
Mostly fell short to have
Thought up a new language
I am saved through the loss of my memory
I do not try to dig into history
My spiritual wasteland
Tends to be others infectious topics
Who should care then?
Promised to be described
Even better than before
On every Bay of Seas I do reside
Grandiose but real have become my dreams
Dreaming up a memory here and there and here
Knowing we know that we are made
In the image of each other
I am powerless enough to know
When I am selfless I live
When I am giving is when I receive
I wish to be gently escorted back to the bush
Where I may collect my wood
Pencils I will make
Pencils like bad fairy's wands
I am starting to wonder new
Memory deleted rest from now
Who shall be the one?
To crowbar open my heart?
Must never touch my friends throat
I will then never show you the cocked
Shotgun's double zero mouth
I have just now learned
Of the ghost bubble on my brain
A billion stars know none of this
Freeze this frame awhile
How strong should one girl be?
I wish to be a brain salesman
But too quickly I will forget
Streaking behind you like a meteor trail
Ah, seized up and stunned to an instant halt
That's when my spell came to be
I knew I had just ate a memory
That's when my spell came to be
I knew I had just ate a memory
Ron
deep self introspective here, well done.
Budd