It’s always time
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p style=”font-family:"”>For forward motion
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p style=”font-family:"”>To step away from my past
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p style=”font-family:"”>Into my future
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p style=”font-family:"”>As the present fades
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Computer Whisperer
It’s always time
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p style=”font-family:"”>For forward motion
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p style=”font-family:"”>To step away from my past
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p style=”font-family:"”>Into my future
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p style=”font-family:"”>As the present fades
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p style=”font-family:"”>Into dust
Early morning light
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p style=”font-family:"”>Filtered by smoke
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p style=”font-family:"”>Rising from California
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p style=”font-family:"”>Demanding access
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p style=”font-family:"”>To my lungs
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p style=”font-family:"”>Though I resist
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p style=”font-family:"”>My coughing
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p style=”font-family:"”>State clearly
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The night has come
Motion is now stilling
Dream’s demands coming forth
Wakefulness stills
Awake
Not my desired state
Yet here I am
Fighting my own mind
What do I gain
When I win?
I blink
A child’s born
Another blink
He stands
The next
He walks
Each moment
Gently changes
The world
We can’t agree
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p style=”font-family:"”>On the color of the sky
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p style=”font-family:"”>Or whether up
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p style=”font-family:"”>Is really there
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p style=”font-family:"”>Or if the sky
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p style=”font-family:"”>Is blue always
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p style=”font-family:"”>Or just sometimes
My relentless mind
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p style=”font-family:"”>In perpetual motion
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p style=”font-family:"”>Sleeping’s a challenge
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p style=”font-family:"”>Awake against my will
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p style=”font-family:"”>Dreaming of dreaming
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p style=”font-family:"”>Longing for slumber
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p style=”font-family:"”>The machinery of my mind
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p style=”font-family:"”>Psychological cogs churn and spin
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p style=”font-family:"”>Whirring hum of my soul
Now I’m awake
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p style=”font-family:"”>The cool air
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p style=”font-family:"”>Through my window
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p style=”font-family:"”>Very welcome
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p style=”font-family:"”>Reminders of
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p style=”font-family:"”>Times along
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p style=”font-family:"”>The coast
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p style=”font-family:"”>Lacking the scent
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p style=”font-family:"”>No ocean crushing
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p style=”font-family:"”>An incompleteness
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p style=”font-family:"”>That my soul
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Seeking the place where the mountains meet the sky
Where water rises to my feet and the sun warms
My bare feet resting wrapped in the sand