If you connect the dots of connected words to songs that were, but weren’t and then were
You learn of things you didn’t need to know, or things that have no consequence thus
The stories that were and the words that ran through, it doesn’t change or become different
It’s the same words they don’t change, but meanings do.
The actions were past or different or backwards.
Regardless of reasons the bow in the sky with many arrows,
The sweeping wings in the feathers on the arrows.
The pen in the clouds, the ocean keeps coming, the waves keep calling
They flow in and out, the feeling of pulling the dragging of doubt.
The body so tired, the mind so thin, the want to go, even when everything hurts.
So exhaustion, the lack of sleep, memories taken or memories received
It just makes it harder. It doesn’t fix it.
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