there is no beginning to the story
a bookshelf sinks into the sand
& a language learned & forgot,
viewed from a shitty TV screen
in turn, is studied once again
you can squint at it through snowy static
it's a shocking bit of footage
just keep stretching the antennae,
to make out the meaning
we need some reception, a higher message,
hoping that it will come clear
it is alive with such possibilities
just tell us what to fear
burdens are lifted from me,
because i don't know what tommorow brings all i know is i feel better when i sing
so michael, please keep the tape rolling
that is my voice rising!
boys, keep strumming those guitars
we need a record of our failures
we must document our love
i have sat too long in my silence
to shed this skin, be born again,
i have grown too old in my pain
so thank you friends for the time we shared
it starts with the ending
my love stays with you like sunlight & air
oh, how i truly wish i could keep hanging around here
soon, i will disappear
but my joy is covering me it's not a movie,
no private screening
this method acting,
well, i call that living
it's like a fountain,
a door has opened
we have a problem with no solution
so, i've made peace with the falling leaves but to love & to be loved
i see their same fate in my own body
but i won't be frightened when i am awoken from this dream
& returned to that which gave birth to me
& the story goes on & on & on & on.
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