Is out of reach
The button on the poles
All taped up
The vision of life
Passes by at a speed
Visions of blur and streaks
I awake to news of joy
He’s on the mend
Will see you again
Until then friend
Be well
but never tell
Of the magic on that swell
As the time flew
When will the train stop
You conductor of life
And colour blue
Ghost words of the imaginings 
twelve steps
slept in
oh shit
hissy fit
monday again
for you
your today
my tomorrow
my today
ya yesterday
whew
some things remain the same
as does the song
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The song has chapters. They need to be written
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surely. send email and say oh fuck i m sorry you did not feel me back. lmao
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You jester
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yes.
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