everything is eventual then it's happening --
we're moving in circles at a steady pace
the city got new search-lights pointing at the sky
looking for a miracle in the clouds hanging there
worried about the things they've got to do,
like the war on terror, H1N1, your money and it's true
everyone wishes the rain would break
the high tide, the flooding for god's sake
what are we going to do?
with a predilection for an immediate look
from any third eye cave -
i am in that tunnel
i am the rave...
rolling down the main streets
rolling down past the ignored miracle you are
rolling down where you can buy everything
from a gun to a slave
what are you supposed to do at the dead-end
of our collective mind
round and round
neutral flowing and changing every lil' bit
suspended precariously like a platter on a hardrive
a hard hard drive
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