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Noise – One Hundred Eighteen

TREMBLE AT THY THOUGHTS
LIKE INKBLOTS
 
DIFFERENT SHAPES
ON OUR LANDSCAPES
 
MEMORIES THAT WE CHOOSE TO FORGET
SOME  WITH REGRET
 
WE  GET NO TIME TO RETURN
NO MATTER HOW MUCH WE YEARN
 
TO HAVE IT BACK
SO THAT WE CAN DO A DIFFFERENT ACT
 
BUT ONLY ONE CHANCE DO YOU GET
BEFORE EACH MOMENT IN TIME HAS MET
 
ITS’ END IN THE SCHEME
EVEN IF ONLY A DAY DREAM
 
NOTHING COMES BACK
ONCE IT RIDES THE TRACK
 
SHOULD THE FREE SPIRIT BE CONCERNED
BEFORE WHAT IT SAYS IS BURNED
 
INTO INFINITY
FOR ITS DISASSEMBLY
 
DO I REALLY WANT A SECOND CHANCE AT LIFE
IF THERE HAS BEEN SO MUCH PREVIOUS STRIFE
 
GIVE MY SOUL TO THE NEXUS
AMBITIOUS
 
BEYOND CONTROL
PLAYING OUT A PREDETERMINED ROLE
 
ONLY IF I CAN MAKE MY FEAR
DISAPPEAR
 
AND TAKE SECOND PLACE
TO MY EMBRACE
 
OF FAITH WITH WORKS
THEN WILL I GET THE PERKS
 
MY SHRINKING BECOMES BASELESS
AND MY COMPASS
 
WILL SHOW ME THE WAY
I WILL BE HAPPY TO STAY
 
FOR MEMORIES ARE A TWO EDGED SWORD
UNLESS YOU CHECKMATE THEM ON THE CHESS BOARD
 
WHAT IT IS THAT YOU CANNOT HANDLE
USE THE UNMERITED GRACE FOR YOUR ACQUITAL
 
 
 

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