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dreaming the dream of forever
there is a little window in a small town,
the window is not in the town but the wall which the window is on or rather in,
resides in this small town.
through the window can be seen nothing much without hope
people stop to look as things move past in random patterns,
the world it self seems to be moving in a random succesion of motion,
what can be said for this is nothing of concequence
fading fast as you finally begin to move you notice the slipping of forever,
what do you think as you see all this as you take it all in?
how would i know i am not you, i am not anyone anymore.
you are you and i am nothing.
this is how i live,
this is how i die,
this is how i dream.
