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Too much to know, I just don't know it
As I fumble around, just a humble poet 
Frustrated as I watch unfurl a show
I just don't know it, too much to know

Answers are near, in the palm of my hand
It's nobody's fault that I can't understand 
Incomprehensible nature can instill fear
In the palm of my hand, answers are near

I look on with intent, with sense of knowing
Disconnected in a way from the thoughts flowing
On the tip of my tongue, I'm on the scent
With sense of knowing, I look on with intent

I mirror it all, enough to blow my mind
Then blank screen, nothing to find
Did I rest on a ledge, view then fall?
Enough to blow my mind, I mirror it all

Suddenly I'm scared, don't like what I see
There's no turning away, I'm staring at me 
It's like looking could cause one to be ensnared 
Don't like what I see, suddenly I'm scared

There's still sun and sky, backdrop in tact
I was running on empty, mixing fiction with fact 
Unearths strange emotions when eye to eye
Backdrop in tact, there's still sun and sky

Just consider my make up, yet try not to dwell
Or get lost in a world of an unwishing well
Like divining all from the leaves in a cup
Yet try not to dwell, just consider my make up

Things crawl out of sight, enter by stealth
Am I all that I am or a composite self
There's no comprehensible logic, try as I might
Enter by stealth, things crawl out of sight

The connection to things, inexplicably true
Resonance of rain, innate recognition of you 
They dwindle quickly these threads and strings
Inexplicably true, the connection to things

With the glass in-between, gets too warm inside
With shortness of breath and need to run and hide 
Exit the hot house before too much I glean 
Gets too warm inside, with the glass in-between 

I try to dress ornate to set self apart
I sense beating or mimicking of more than one heart 
I'm a tangle and mishmash, confusion of fate
To set self apart, I try to dress ornate 

If all things renew, but what memories last?
Is there a point in time when permanence cast?
Or one chance only and it's that that I blew
But what memories last if all things renew?

Interconnected, superhighway on heat 
On the cusp of elation, then suffer defeat 
It's centrifugal fulcrum, no wonder affected 
Super highway on heat, interconnected 

Broken magnetics, attract and repel
So we salivate over ideas of heaven and hell 
Seek deeper meaning, yet distracted by aesthetics 
Attract and repel, broken magnetics 

Why am I writing, when I fear I'm a bore
Hermit intentions mean crave company more
Constantly battle with self, so tired of fighting 
When I fear I'm a bore, why am I writing?

Stick to the lines, notice square or rounded 
Simple concepts within which truth compounded 
Let eyes glaze over, seeing too much blinds 
Notice square or rounded, stick to the lines 

When everything's veined, tell me what then?
When the age old is too old, do we all start again?
Forget me not discolours yet memory ingrained
Tell me what then, when everything's veined?

Gently we tilt to the sun, awash with emotion 
Soothed body and soul when relinquish self to devotion 
I cannot explain this story I've spun 
Awash with emotion, gently we tilt to the sun

Thyself needs to cleanse, weighed down by the cycle 
Choose guide well, good advice comes from Michael
There's miracles existing in the power of friends 
Weighed down by the cycle, thyself needs to cleanse 

I'm not back to the start, just lost in the middle
Unaware of the question but attempting the riddle 
Getting too close hurts, it really does smart
Just lost in the middle, I'm not back to the start
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