Creatures roam in constant flow
behind the shadows, beyond the show
they ask me questions, you know, do you know?
what is the best time to inflict a blow?
The treacherous mind,
ominous contemplations
withering conversations
rob me blind
the devious heart
rewinding recollections
connections, reconnections
are a new found art
The ticking clock
gongs in my head
symbols of cymbals
crash in my head
the bass and the drum
flash in my head
streets full of noise
blast in my head
white and pink noise
sweep in my head
love, lust, just
freeze in my head
You know, do you know?
Do I know? Does anybody know?
how to stop the noise; tell the creatures, it’s time to go home
don’t roam, don’t moan
just stop, go and leave the show
The treacherous mind,
ominous contemplations
withering conversations
rob me blind
the devious heart
rewinding recollections
connections, re connections
are a new found art
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