I have a traveler's soul
with constant itch in my mind
I take journeys within all the time
I skydive from the planes of fear
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I loved you when there was no matter
When there was no space or time
Then time was born
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I dont know how to love correctly I hear myself say often
then I didn't know there was a correct way to love either!
Its like a well spring of tears inside me which keeps seeking
for the obvious signs of all the porous unquenchable surfaces
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Life knocked at my door
But there was a lock on it
A lack of imagination prevented windows
Alack of faith stopped ventilation
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In a heart beat
The rhythms do fade
The colours do shock
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I can still hear the chants of white and red
White and red
the sound so overbearing slamming in my head
hammer shattering glass white and red
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Look it happened again
Moments like haiku immortalized
Eye, hands, touching, warm
Remember the coldest winter!
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If I run out of things to say
Maybe then I will forget you
So I keep telling you everything.
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Walking in the rain
I stopped to gaze
into the puddle
reflecting a haze
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