| Rivers By Kelly MacNeill |
| when i still wake up bolony is brown cheese is cheese and it makes me numb open says me open says you break a mirror Because its bad juju rivers to the left rivers to the right i call across to a horrific sight gaseus death flating around i listen hard but hear no sound as i spin round and round searching for the ground looking up and looking down the featureless face is so profound cutting voices that no one found rivers in the wind rivers in the ground rivers in my head and rivers in my head life is short it flys right by hesitate i dont waiting to die thoughts are wrong logic is sick there is no sense only tricks day by day brick by brick time is gone down I lay endless tasks the flow is swift all swept away lighting quick people there are only three kinds ones that do and ones that try and the third you ask i will disclose becausein the end only they will know the third are the ones who keep track of it all recording everything and hearing the call which one am i i hear you ask thats secret knowledge that you seek soon it will be public for all to know your heart beats fast hungy to grow I am the third who watches all writing it down as i go |
| These secret thoughts bring tears to your eyes becasue even when i know it makes me cry love is the key we all hold it tight one, two and three we know it is right in the end finally, at last in the sunlight we all will bask the river will take us to a far away place where the river will govern our pace ther river is fast it controls us all watch it now it will be your last the river is kind ther river is right memorize the scene before it takes flight |
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