You're occupying places you shouldn't be
How did you get here?
Would you care
To be gentle and considerate?
You provoke dying ideas in my memory
Inviting elusive conception to my journey I'm things I shouldn't see Or am I blind?
God is watching me
You're giving distorted truths to my listening
Diluted images to my reasoning
Occupying galaxies distant from man
But if the heart must speak
I'm happy you're here
Welcome...my uninvited guest
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