Troubles In Sacks
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The trees don't move.
They see that you've
Left your circle on the
Sidewalk to stop moving.
If I can find your spot wring
Out the sound of sea in your eyes.
Maybe after the waves die we can talk
About probability in dreams, why?
You have to sew all of your seams by freezing clocks
Or how to stop the bleeding when I'm not with you.
This (life equals situation) life is very graphic
And I worry about wrecking with this scary traffic.
That fills your mind. They all crash because of the smog.
I will stop traffic and clear air for you someday.
I'll wait with you on dreams and reflections,
Staring at windows. At least we're inside.
Let's listen to the times you cried
To compare it to white future
When the tides turn their backs,
Give us opposite blur,
Troubles in sacks
Where they can't hurt.
Some day we will
Drive all night and listen
To our voices and watch trees move
Again.
Written by: Patrick T.
May 17, 2005
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