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Always Room For Improvement
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July 2010
Ghosts walking around my room, shooting images from my thoughts,
the condemned running laps right in my face, why haven't they been caught,
crookeds tend to break the truth, straight ones never keep it,
the feelings that I said I have, you will never again have to feed it.
A storm is destroying the landscape, as I pass under a bridge,
the thunder may be shattering glass, I may have one foot off the ridge,
yet the silence under this creation, reminds me never to rot,
for no matter how noisy your surroundings may be, there is always that one quiet spot.
