there is a crack in the eye of man
like glass, the light in the fracture
is split like the millions who came before it
never to reform
there is a crack in the eye of man
like glass, the light in the fracture
is split like the millions who came before it
never to reform
there are swans all around me
but they are blind
or i am invisible
and i don't know which
i once found myself at a crossroads
i searched within myself
and like they love to say
i took the road less traveled
now i am at the end of the road
i say goodbye and yet i find myself thinking about you again
i think about you in the weeping willow
singing a song of emotions that i do not know
i wonder if given the opportunity
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