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2004-09-05 A Rush

All I see is clouds passing by, Across a distant sky; It’s hard to breathe From inside a cocoon. I swear I’ve never come out of the womb, Trapped in a circular room, And I can’t see. I look into your face by the light And what a beautiful sight It seems to be. Oh, but I could’ve changed it As much as I could’ve escaped it. And I can’t escape it for my life. Because everything I perceive is a dream And in reality, it’s hard to see. All these intricate shapes are just a mass of blurred arrows to me, Leading off differently But meeting here. September 5, 2004

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