Don’t know why you try to broaden horizons
when it’s getting dark.
Caught in an outcry, raining on down
and there’s nowhere to park.
I laugh and then cry, “It would be funny
if it weren’t sad.”
Don’t talk in past-times, running on home,
make us think what we “had.”
There’s so many views that we just could have seen,
There’s so many lives that can come in between,
And whether they do is up to you and me...
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There’s so many worlds that will never be seen,
Does it count as seeing if it’s in a dream?
“Casting of willingness,” what does it mean?
Can’t count on words to fill the space between,
Just right on main to see where we stand...
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