thoughtdreams

 
 
 
far away, windy beaches call to me
their icy freshness calling me
come away
to where the air is clean and waters deep
come and sleep
we’ll melt your cares away
come away.
far away, mountain peaks they call to me
forest greens and far to see
misty voices calling me
come away.
fortune despises the man who has eyes for
the lower side.
fellowship’s handy, but what can a dandy do
when all’s behind him?
wait and see; look to me.
the writing on the wall’s made clear;
it’s only us that we need fear.
it’s only empty dirty lies
to tell us to ourselves despise.
wait and see; look to me.
and i’ll tell you
the words you’ve been waiting to hear
the words you would cherish most dear
for it’s all clear as a mirror, as safe as a dream
i scream and scream and scream and scream
and like just any day
they’re running away
far, far away
while here i stay — crying.
then, all at once in a nightmare
in the midst of a schized-out bray
i hear you say
i almost hear you say
but you’re too far away
so i run to catch up
and i run like the wind
and i am the wind
and i blow away . . .
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