Open
Looking down from a cloud
Which is nine
Which is fine
Hit rewind hit rewind hit rewind hit rewind
Not too terribly in time
I should fear I should quit
So solemn and sublime and sublime and sublime
All these bugs in my head
For if else do while when
Strangle hold on my mind on my mind on my mind
Search for solutions
Striking down the evolution
Logic drive through the stake into their eyes to their eyes
Looking up from this ground
Which is earth which is thine
Open arms open heart open thoughts open mind
Begin and then again
I have prayed in the end
What I've found sets me up puts me down gives me time
Copyright © T.R. Sevrens | Year Posted 2007
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