you’ve got to let me have it. and by that, you know what i mean.
meaning is mean. just actualized.
i once met a man in the woods, who made the woods disappear. i lost him in a dream.
it’s not my fearful symmetry they fear. it’s my lack of control.
i was afraid of you. for all the wrong reasons.
they’re all inside of you. bearing their own seasons.
if i wanted it to stop…
if jesus took the midnight train,
and found his god in a pillow stain
would you still know who to trust?
but jesus would never be on a train. he’s dead.
in the mirror there is a path
that shows you now and where you were last
and in the space between you can fall…up if you want to.
until you wake another you in a more familiar place.
this place has its own time, and you are your own mind, but when you look in the mirror,
it’s not you.
travelers. do you know who i am?
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