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i walk the thoughts of yes and naught,
the steps i've fought beneath my feet,
the maybes, risers caught what was
strewn out like rubbish on the street.....

my head in hands, i hold it taut,
my memories a vanished lot,
and now whlie clocks erase the cause
i look beneath my feet's repeat

as if my soles could start the dance
amid on top of circumstance
and make the calendar turn back
to days in glance which we now lack

the thing is this

it's just a dream

there's nothing
that can e'er be sane

it's sands in drift

of sanity

and i don't even
know my name

i dream the streams of Love's extremes,
a pawn on board with checkered skate,
my shoes like truths below me now
still seek to vow in slice on slate

oh shame the name i wear on me
the Love which borrowed me from Life
and took my vow like hollowed sea
made empty waves in shells of strife

oh god!! can you not hear me now?
I'm lying on the shore again!
my feet are burned from tread's allow
and hell i'm walking now within.......

the thing is this

it's just a dream

there's nothing
that can e'er be sane

it's Time's insist

of sanity

and i don't even
know
my
name