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It’s hard to maintain

A simple thought through the day

Every voice its own planet

And my mind tends to gravitate

I am pushed I am pulled into every which way

Oh life is the great

Is the great

Is the greatest

Strain

I was sleeping fitfully

Troubled by a disjointed dream

One in which my past was a house

All my failures were books to read

I awoke to my cellphone convulsing

Your name across the crystal screen

Oh life does the strange

Does the strange

Does the strangest things

You were sounding okay

Mistaken for the clinically insane

Saying a man down in Texas

Was just waiting to communicate

That I ought to open my mind to his wisdom

And let it radiate

Oh let it wash over me

Let it sing

Let it say

Give yourself a million years to just wake up in the morning

And give yourself a million more then if you’re still tired

There is nothing

There is nothing

There is nothing but time

We are not sick you and I

Don’t you listen to lies

It’s hard to explain

But all the forms are contained

When you scratch out the faces and names

In your memory

Close your eyes against the light

Still the pattern remains

It remains in its place

Like an obstinate stain

Gestalt of original pain

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