There’s a war in the chat bots And it’s all about taking shots And not seeing each other’s points of view I adopt the one that you Profess that you own But now I’m grown I’ve been born and raised And its something that I’ve praised I don’t need no sea to open I don’t need to get by on coping I need to release my hands and see That in the realm of grey mystery There is a fleck of colour In the absence something fuller Makes itself known And though the game may have been thrown Something still resides in my soul It’s more than an ad at the Super Bowl
Waiting for the guy on the screen
Is it just a long dream
Since I was born
I've been in love with the storm
That just rages
I use pages
To rifle through another scene
And I say that it's just something I've been
And I wonder if Stephen
Would smile if the ends weren't even
And I just want to show
Him the places that I go
When my serenity expands
There are vast oceans of open lands
That are there for the the perusing
I have no idea what it is that I'm losing
When I let you go
It's the complete unknown and it show
Me something that I've never seen
But it's nerve wrecking to be the queen
Of the midnights that just sashay
Is it okay
If I like you like that
The boy said he wanted his hat
Back but it was mine
And I tell it to him a thousand time
You can only ever be
The space that you set free
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