I can feel you lost
in how you want to strip the shutters
and sand the floors
build yourself a wooden castle
where you can draw
and do your macrame
and be free...free
And then I blow your mind
By asking you what you think of me
Dividing you in half
With one simple question
So you say I bewilder you
and then you drift away
absorbing yourself in your
self-advancement
and your French cigarette
not wanting to hear any more questions
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..(C)1979,1981,2011 Spiros Zafiris..from Very Personal, [1979/1981]
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