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dirt, dirt once a man scratched out of the earth into the palm of her hand the child pierces my eyes images unwind from hers into mine humble, empty home i'm longing for her laughter, she can't be alone dirt spills to the floor i'm broken, on my knees, can't take it no more

i'm shellshocked by it all; this is going to take some time to get used to. the people here are easier to talk to, but harder to get to know; they're different, you know, not like the ones we grow at home. they sleep through lunar eclipses because they can always watch 'em on TV; to me, honestly, they need priority fixes. out here, i can see stars on the street but never in the sky, so what do i wish on? the truth is, the ways i knew how to wish won't work anymore because this is, after all, ...

a pulse, a pulse, a pulse of morning showers prodded my eyes open today. but it’s not like i was sleeping well; in fact, i haven’t for nights. i stay up late again and again, relating to songs reborn in my imagination: _you gave me nothing, now it’s all i’ve got._ i sang this song, once upon a time; now, i’ve become the song, it’s under my skin, i bleed the notes and melodies. and i see me in your eyes, when you smile, when you cry, when you sleep. do you?

science tells us they're the aftermath of evaporation, but my spiritual intuition calls them Heaven's rejects. the hopeful drops of rain don't make the cut, and so they fall, soaking us in their disappointment. there's always next year.

let him in your window, play hide-and-seek with his shadow, pack your nothings and believe in a place only we can see, where we'll never grow old, we'll be kids forever, getting lost with the boys, no worries to weather, except for maybe the pirates, but they're a hook and shoe in. when the big hand claps the small: midnight, it's time to take off, take flight-- the cheshire cat smiles, the stars wink, we're shooting across the sky-- slow down, Tink! she's jealous of you, she's the selfish ki...