Why love is always cornered out
To somewhere no one knows
My daydreams are inside me
Showing me ways I didn't see
Residents of cold touch slumber
The rivers of my hold on themes
All that is now and then forgotten
But still is all there inside me
I have always felt I couldn't afford
This affection to know a feeling
For it's something I don't know
Just broken stones and disencumber
Pictures of people are everywhere
Just albums apart or distances away
Though I am outnumbered by a single
None of any emotion residence
Like the wind that blows around
I am a wander inside my thoughts
Finding the silences to nowhere
The commodores of times meanwhile
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