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Memories burn
Recollections are vividly haunting
On the black and white horizon
Within the stark contrast of certainty and uncertainty
Of your knowledge of
Your understanding of
What was never said
Things left unexpressed
You've had enough of the road
You're tired of the path
That was laid along beside you
That ran parallel to you
Like a lover meant
Like a lover intended for someone else
For another bed
Not meant for your comfort
And so you left in the morning
You departed in the morning
And all that's left behind you
Only remnants remain
Are the fading frames
The diminishing moments captured
That you've got instead
Substituting for reality
When you've had too much
When overwhelmed
And the weight of the expected
And the burden of expectations
Has got you feeling introspective
Leads to introspection
Can I give you the perspective that you need
Can I offer the needed perspective?
You've got a hazy head
Your mind is unclear
But happy knees
But you're content
And despite your inhibition
Despite reservations
You'll take it to the streets
You'll confront challenges openly
Watching every face that you see
Observing every person
And when you've had too much
When overwhelmed
We'll imagine a vacation
We'll envision an escape
Take us to the place that satiates elation
To a place of contentment
Give us all the space that we need
Providing the necessary freedom
I know you just wanna see me breathe
I understand your desire for relief
But you better just hold on
But hold on
And come back to me
Return to me
'Cause I'll take you to the place where you
I'll guide you to a place
Come down and just react
Where you'll confront and respond
To what you're about to see
To imminent experiences
I'll take you to the place where you
I'll guide you to a place
Come down and just react
Where you'll confront and respond
To what you're about to see
To imminent experiences
You've had enough
You've had your fill
Too much and all you have collected
Too much, and what you've gathered
Is heavy with the taste
Weighed down by misguided aspirations
Of ambition misdirected
Displeased with your pace of progress
Bitter 'bout the pace that you keep
Resentful of the speed you maintain
And so you left in the morning
You departed in the morning
And all that's left behind you
Leaving remnants behind
Are the fading frames
The fleeting moments you possess instead
That you've got instead
Substituting for reality
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