Conversations With Myself - Pt 2
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You... and me were just a tease
Feel like I'm playing a putter from the black tees,
It used to be easy, like hitting off a tee...
Lust not love, we were deceived
That & my middle name is dishonesty
Truth, name a price, I'll pay any fee
Priceless, should've taken responsibility
Oh well... This pen is free therapy
A Bic scalpel, this is consciousness surgery...
An impatient patient seeking liberation...
No cerebral vacations, never ending self-examination
Do I give to give or with expectation of reciprocation?
Do I learn to understand or to show my education?
Do I talk with intent or in hope of validation?
Do I like what I like or do I seek confirmation?
Am I in it for immediate gratification or the duration?
Do I listen to hear or just idle til my turn in the conversation?
My life's 100% improvisation
Z.D.A, that's my abbreviation,
Study these lines, take notations,
I'm not real, just a hallucination...
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What if reality was a dream? And dreams were reality?
It ain't as strange as it seems...
A single consciousness stream...
I was blind but now I still can't see...
Yeah... I was blind but now I still can't see...
........... Will I ever be able to see?
Copyright © Zachary Alvstad | Year Posted 2015
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