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whims like wind
The whims like wind seem to grab me
as much as I might try to weigh myself down
they lift me right off the cement
off the floor off the ground
and so much more then carrying
they transport me
psychically no, but yes
like a fine actor in character
my current identity evaporates
and I enter into this old mess
of the self I used to be
my posture, right back to what it was
an out of body experience, that's strictly internal
memories fill the atmopshere like cigaret smoke
oh i choke, i just choke
my feline curiosity saunters around getting the best of me
rubbing it's self up and getting friendly
memory acid eats away at the rest of me
it takes my flesh
it eats my marrow
bites away and consumes all of me but my sorrow
and no tarot could card could predict
how easily and the way I slip
into this, going down, going down
I know it's silly but I find myself
reading into the past
and placing myself
right back in my own shoes
slipping into my old skin
though it's heavily battered and bruised
this lifestyle that was so worn and used
it's right in front of me
it's architecture- the only thing that's holding me up
whims like wind carries me
up so high I leave the rest of me
down so low it gets the best of me
whims like wind carry me
Transfixed By The Voyage
That's one way to look at the "old" version - memory ah memory whimmed ~~A~~