struck up, stuck up, clogged and misfired
this old delusion can hold no more
than what it already has got
living out oppositely and with determination
consumed by the idea, that time can have children
lingering on in thought and rememberance
borne by the proud shining sea
living out for you and me
we've all existed at one time
telling the story for all
what we done right we done rightly
and fading into the fall
onto tommorow we'll begin
again
and finding the reason to use
again wondering why
you ever stopped
only to be in the
constant reflection
remembered and chosen
selected by those few who see
the message written in with me
and cleanly disposed of and made ready
for the next aeon
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