for every single moment they've wrapped us in madness
we've left them sitting under past-midnight streetlights
& they're never quite satisfied w/ their time being spent
screaming their voices from their spaced out throats
to our own out of space minds
& all I can say is that freedom is coming
it's coming to find you
& you
& you
so be ready for that particular second
when it comes & remember that when
it comes, don't be caught blinking in
the middle of a setting sun..
instead,
speak the instant you think
& think the instant you breathe
& breathe the instant you..
these hallways are so much brighter now -
w/ their new walls, & the picture frames on those walls
"I'm sorry, I've been known to sink into a memory or two,
& I've been known to crash hard into the comforting comfort
of sapphire waves
of the past..
of the future.."
& these highways are so much wider now
w/ their veteran trees waiting for the season to be over
waiting for more waiting to start..
another winter-to-spring romance is at hand (for all to see)
& they're watching
all the windows of the world are watching
& they're ready to shout it shout it shout it
(the truth, that is..)
endless roads
endless rogues
endless..
meet me under this machinery of stars at 2 a.m.
& we'll wait..
& we'll shake hands w/ dawn itself..
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