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falling through the streets, i am
walking over clouds, i will
try to pull the grass, from the
sky that is so proud, so i
like to understand, what the
hell is going on, when it
seems to open up, but i
do not find the an-swer...
something looking back, at me
when i try to find, it's own
self that won't be shown, to me
but it likes to know, that i
watch it while i roam, and i
don't care what it owns, but i
dont stop where i roam, so it
deoesnt' seem to ma-tter...
everytime i think... something...
happens around me... something...
falls up from the ground... some-how...
following the chaos...
i never understood... why the...
things that seem so good... never
follow through their ends... but they...
like the things that fell - first...
other times i know... that the...
answer is unseen... and the...
reasons make no sence... but the
answer is so im-port-ant...
sometimes when i think... i see
truths that are so clear, but they
really seem to fade, when i
look at them more carefully...
sometimes in the dark... there is...
light that can't be seen... not yet...
sometimes when it falls... we find...
reasons with resolve... but not...
yet at least i think, or know
what has happened since, not now
but sometime soon yes? maybe
but what about the mean-ing...
maybe over there... in the
grass that is so high... above...
clouds that feel so close... when i
try not to remember...
sometimes in the clouds, above them
they feel so soft and wet, but still
cold and not the same, when i
look i see the light, now...
sometimes when on top... i see...
things that make no sence... like the...
birds who fly so low... soaring...
underneith my feet... strangely...
but i don't know why... they don't
stop at least to rest, but they
just keep flying straight, never
looking for the answer...
maybe in the dark, when they
all lay down to sleep, in their
nests that seem so high, when they
fly out of the sky, but it
really is not yet, at least
not yet from what i see, saw since
i have looked around, but not
seen what's on the ground, maybe
looking down here now, i see
what has never been, seen yet
by those in the clouds, yes those
who like to know the next, thing...
today i like to see, what was
happening today, not see
what was once before, but see
what is now not then, dont see
what has not begun, can't say
what has not been seen, don't know
what has yet have begun, has not
had it's chance at bat, yet
i guess that maybe now, or soon
would be a time to say, maybe
that i have finished, writing
something with no pur-pose...