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I have no words to say
Let the silence pass me by
I meditate and I pray
Yet I can't fathom the one who calls itself I
It's an empty abyss
It's a one-way turn
It's a star-kept wish
Im like a toddler in the driver's seat
I thought the freeway looked promising
it didnt seem difficult from what I seen
too much time alone in the other seat
knowledge is nothing without experience
If I was an instrument
Just currently crafted
As I am
The old sounds would come from my fresh body
And startle those near
My simple, small, structure
PHASE I
I have big dreams with standards set high
The same-old same-old, with me, won’t fly
I live in a country whose president looks just like me
Don’t know who he’s working for yet, but we’ll see
