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| Rolling By I sit in the cold glow of my computer and I watch the world surf by and I watch them search for self and truth and I watch them struggle with the concepts of good and evil I go out to dinner with friends and listen and talk but when all the talk begins to die down I look out the nearest window and watch the world roll by and I watch the world struggle to get by and am mystified by it I think I do not live in this world I am not part of this. This is a dream more like a bizarre nightmare that I keep waking up to nothing tastes really anymore or feels real all is distorted like looking through a beer bottle and seeing things off kilter like a Picasso painting And then I fall for the same damn question. What is reality? And suddenly I am back here in the real world rolling along like everyone else caught up in life and not knowing my destination. So I turn up my radio and listen to see if the announcer knows where I am going or if he or she or it knows what reality is. And I watch the world rolling by Rolling by Rolling away |
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