Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

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So, no, you cannot lead me from day one to day two,
In a flurry of drum beats that pound into my skull, the
Sounds of which never die even when memory does.
You cannot take me to place here to place there,
And hope that I will not notice the change of scenery
While you whistle a tune and tell me how it used to be.
You cannot open my eyes anymore, for your hands
Are no longer here for me to see, so when my eyes
Close, it's not permanent compared to when yours shut.
No, there are no more voices, yours remains with the
Thoughts and sounds of storytelling, making me feel
For the first time, like I'd never had feeling before.
You cannot grab me and force me to face the facts,
I've long since let them go like birds from a steel cage,
I just wanted to fly, would you fly with me now?
You cannot make me laugh anymore, except in memory
And as for now, you can only make me think of you
And your drum beating life into inanimate objects.
So, no, you cannot lead me from day one to day two,
But you can take my hand and pull me into the land
Where your spirit has gone, to a home I've never known.

October 4, 2006
Suge


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