Saw my home in a broken image,
I’m with me and you’re with them.
A statue willing to crumble but;
A dull marble house it’s in.
We know when it’s all but happening,
Then when it’s on occasion,
Restrained conversations in my head,
But I don’t feel like talking.
You don’t let them stop your heart or lungs,
You couldn’t sell your thoughts,
We both know that we’re conventional,
We both know what we’re about.
Like a pair of shoes; new or old
One foot follows another.
I bet those fears this time next year,
I’ll be gone cause I’m not here.
Maybe I’m my own worst enemy,
I’m here and you’re over there.
Because it’s in all ways happening
And never on occasion.
There’s solution thoughts away, because
Complete imagination
Can ignite over the miles like stars.
It’s not real but it’s ours.
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