Damned Old Daydream..
I'm slipping back in all directions, there must be some kind of definition,
reasoning, or explanation for what's happening inside
To go full circle, to start at one point, to end up back where you start
is to keep going back to what you can't leave
How can we hate or love or judge what isn't there, doesn't exist,
only a memory suspended overhead, dangling, infiltrating, penetrating
every process of thought.
How can I go on as if you weren't there, when you're stuck
inside myself, deep in the human being of what I once was,
of what we once were...
The damned old daydream, nightmare reoccuring, evolving into the inevitable fatality of a lost love....
reasoning, or explanation for what's happening inside
To go full circle, to start at one point, to end up back where you start
is to keep going back to what you can't leave
How can we hate or love or judge what isn't there, doesn't exist,
only a memory suspended overhead, dangling, infiltrating, penetrating
every process of thought.
How can I go on as if you weren't there, when you're stuck
inside myself, deep in the human being of what I once was,
of what we once were...
The damned old daydream, nightmare reoccuring, evolving into the inevitable fatality of a lost love....
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