RaymondMBrown

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(but really about you...)

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as one season winds down, the other gears up.
time to break down, time to build up...
a time for every purpose....
to drift, to dream...
to remember.
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In essence, a driveby...
Chance allowed for that time to be in the road...

A purposeful trip down the adjoining way...
or a whimsical trek hopeful for an unexpected outcome...

But it doesn't really matter... anyway.
In essence, a driveby.
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Most of the time
I'm clear focused all around
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path
I can read the sign
Stay right with it when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever
I stumble upon
I don't even notice she's gone
Most of the time.

Most of the time it's well understood
Most of the time I wouldn't change it if I could
I can make it all match up
I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone
I can survive and I can endure
And I don't even think about her
Most of the time.

Most of the time my head is on straight
Most of the time I'm strong enough not to hate
I don't build up illusion 'til it makes me sick
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.

Most of the time she ain't even in my mind
I wouldn't know her if I saw her
She's that far behind
Most of the time I can even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was ever with her
Most of the time I'm halfway content
Most of the time I know exactly where it went
I don't cheat on myself I don't run and hide
Hide from the feelings that are buried inside
I don't compromise and I don't pretend
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.

B. Dylan
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Both going and coming each day I look,
for days and weeks on end
but see only lifeless grass and leafless trees
and the unused trampoline that might appreciate the rest
from the constant use of earlier childhood
before the growing up, before the choice.

Before the necessity.

Coming back this day, among the crocuses and daffodils
out of place so early in March, she sat,
hair pulled back
red t shirt vibrant in a patch of May sunshine,
chin forward, facing the southwest,
knees bent with bare feet resting on the chair edge.

Enjoying May in the middle of March.
After the choice... after the necessity.

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All the years combine, they melt into a dream
A broken angel sings from a guitar...
In the end there's just a song
Comes crying like the wind
Through all the broken dreams
and vanished years....

...It all rolls into one
and nothing comes for free
There's nothing you can hold for very long
And when you hear that song
Come crying like the wind
It seems like all this life was just a dream...

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There were days, and there were days
And there were days between
Polished like a golden bowl
The finest ever seen
Hearts of Summer held in trust
Still tender young and green
Left on shelves collecting dust
Not knowing what they mean
Valentines of flesh and blood
As soft as velveteen
Hoping love would not forsake
The days that lie between
Lie between

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Shall we go, you and I, while we can...
Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds.... ?

Looking for

the days between...

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