I looked out and saw people moving in a haze. Weeks go buy in hours, and minutes sometimes in days. And I'm wondering why I am lost, not always knowing what to say as though I've missed the opening act of this potpourri called a play. Staging our emotions. An innocent facade of truth, looking for an option. As we dance here, or make love there, die. It is only an illusion for the weak to fool us fools or even try. So don't you see that it's not really me, but only this part that I drew from straws handed to me in the dark? Lover, fighter, the prisoner in chains, you win I could have been you.
released October 9, 2012
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