Gathering - Analog Park
In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sit.
A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer.
It is coming my way,
I patiently wait.
I see the sign, it's on the road
and I think it's crazy
In the garden, of the park, on a bench, I watch.
The sandy feet of the children.
Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces.
You see the sign, it's on the road
but I think you're crazy
You are, you are the sign
of my unrelief
As I easily get inner contact with myself,
I notice distress grabbing for my throat.
It is time to reach out.
To find something that isn't there,
You see the signs, they're on the road
but I think it's crazy
You are, you are the sign
of my unrelief
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| Title:Analog Park
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