Turning Into
The wheels are turning
But I don't know what I'm turning into
Every dream I have
Is a dream of a dream of another dream
I paint philosophy
Over golden radiant skies
I erect pristine statues
In honor of forgotten dying stars
Everything's changing
But I don't know what it's changing into
I'm just a moonlight drifter
A minstrel selling songs for a dime
My feelings have feelings
And they surely conspire against each other
Happiness is brief
But it is the intoxicant I pursue
My soul is changing
But I don't know who I'm turning into
Past conflicts with present
As if there are two personalities fighting
But when I see the rising sun
I know my painful past has a setting sun
The wheels are turning
But I don't know what I'm turning into
At least that's what I thought
Truth is I'm turning out to be just fine
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