I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways
I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways
A dazzle of days running under a tram
While the horses bolt
And the time is transfixed
Like that moment at the roadside garage
When moments lost meaning and all I wanted was present
And the smell of gasoline and exhaust emitted
And the blinding hot sun
Said that everything was alright
And the troubles were not in the present
Since we had to stay put and wait
With all choices lost
And mimicry of sacrifice
Indomitable and unattainable
Leading to a glorious
Relief
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