Too many dreams will keep you wide awake, but numb. There's a dam stopping the riverrun and I don't know whether or which way the current pushes and pulls. A musician sometimes. A writer who doesn't write. A drifter with cares. A lover who drifts. A thinker who's lost. A pretender and real. I am good at pretending. I am pretending to understand reality.
We learn to walk before we know where.
We learn to talk before we can sing.
We learn to love before we know pain.
We learn to forget like we learn to ignore.
It's a citywide blackout, but at least I can see the stars.
Distant, scattered doubt to remind us who we are.
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