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unattached, unadorned. Searching for meaning Finding more questions. Ideas abound I bound higher the clouds of normalcy roll in Turbulence shakes me and I fall almost to the ground, crashing as the storm rolls on. I trudge through life earthbound, subsolar, worldly. Seeking the truth Finding only questions. Ideas escape I fall slowly the clouds move on and I climb cautiously upward, hoping as life walks by. --Blah. |
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| Don't try to sell me your New Age guru troubles. 'Cause I'm already reeling doing that good time gospel shuffle.
And all your thumpings about some Armageddon ain't no big deal, 'cause I already hang with Him. Clutch | ||
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