I've been to the desert
Following something
I cannot blame
See the ghosts by the water
The horses in the rain
The man lying by the river
Hearing god call his name
Speak to me my son
Softly he speaks
Wishing me well
Watching me he hopes
Sitting on a bench
For I cannot refrain
To live again
To be caught in this game
Wasting the time
So maybe it'll go
i'm afraid of tomorrow
as it creeps slowly along
like snail it moves
leaving a trail of past
failures and mistakes
edging closer and closer
the room smelled sweet
sweetness a mix between
the sterile and calm
a sweet temptation just out of my reach
yesterday
to you i was nine years old
with a black hurley hat
that never left my head
the hat that you would take
and try to hold it far above
my reach knowing i could never get it
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