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Free all the fears that you hide deep inside

Evict all the demons that take you for rides

And you’ll see that you grow more than dreams ever show

And you’ll know and you’ll know and you’ll know

 

Blanket with cat, warm and relaxed, the day is shifting

Slide in between, wrinkle in seam, you’re positive drifting

Your old feet shuffle to diamond drums, only the beat is new

And mad men talk in tiny rhythms, only if words were true

 

Shake your blood and watch it tremble, in veins of glass and steel

More poetic and how chaotic, are your seeping tests of will

Rusted truth, rips at things, weak but your amused

At all the things you ever wanted, while leaving you confused

 

One last try, you wash down smooth

Bitter taste, you push and remove

 

But what you felt was in the eyes

Where souls can never lie

And even though you hate yourself

You find your back inside

 

© 10/26/1996, William Grant Preston

 

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