after all
why do they say
it's late
when i feel it's soon
they say it's night
when i feel it's actually
just noon.
the ducks fly away
tellin' me it's winter
when i feel i've seen
my calendar n' it's june.
why do their clocks
run oh-so-fast?
why do they say
it's late
when i feel it's soon...
- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
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