HOUR 73

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LOCUS OF CONTROL

It wasn’t time

You weren’t in the right mind

It wasn’t the right time

What else could I say?

It doesn’t matter

Cause you don’t remember

Maybe we can piece it together

It was good though

We talked about it

Maybe it’s just not the right time

Time to rest

It’s time to rest

 

It wasn’t the right time

I was out of mind

I wasn’t there

It was somebody else in my skin

DRIVEN BY FORMS

I wasn’t gonna work things out

I do what I can when I have to

I wasn’t gonna work things out

There’s just so much I have to remember

And that’s life, I understand this

 

it’s a two way street

 

Transfer me under the sun

 

I wasn’t gonna do what you want

And you seem to take issue with what I’m gonna do

And my solution was just to change my belief

Who deserves it more than me?

 

A rope to wander on

For us to hold onto

Don’t you know we all are learning

 

it’s a two way street

 

 

HOUR 73

In and out of sleep, 
for days 1,2,3

Every face I know, 
parade in a row

Familiar sounds; the week is out

Neighbors, the sun; I miss everyone

 

Entered the forest
where it was darkest

To know the path
was yet uncharted

But I got lonesome, broken and cold

I will heed your call, time to come home

 

It’s now hour seventy three

For a moment, so brief

Feel the wind against skin

The light so magnificent

 

It gets easier

 

It gets easier