Lucid
What you miss, when it's there,you can never get back.
Like an arm and a leg in a price attack.
It's not a game for the weak,
or a win for the strong,
but a story that goes on,
on and on.
Had you stayed,
you may have what I'm hoping for.
Like a war that you win
staying off the floor.
Give me plans,
I'm the man for strategy,
In the end I get my lucidity.
Its all words in my head
like something playing me
and I hear it over again
I need it over again
I mean it over again
It's all clay this way.
I'm doin a sign
that'll stick, stick, anytime I'm done
with sadness...badness.
This is a vision of madness.
Pick me up and I can see
to the window opportunity.
Give me plans
I'm the man for strategy
My name is lucidity
Lucid is as lucid was
Don't turn around.
You don't have the kind of luxury
that dreaming does.
Poetry by nice curtains
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Written on 2009-06-06 at 06:36
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