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Pretend Time
Sometimes it seems, that we’re stacking stones
We’re not building people, we’re not building homes
We’re chopping down trees, and putting up fences
We’re building high walls and crazy defenses
We’re building our boats, we’re fighting on sea
With all of this building there’s no time for me
And as we stack stones, walls are getting taller
And as we waste time our world’s getting smaller
Let’s get outside let’s flock to life’s peaks
Let’s go and find buried treasure, yes its treasure I seek
But we don’t find a thing unless we dig up ourselves
And we tear all the books, of all of lives shelves
And we burn them, we burn them, they don’t mean a thing
You don’t need old lyrics, you know how to sing
All of the books, all the stories you read
You think that these stories are things that you need
But what you need more than that, is a pen and a page
The clothes on your back, and the angst of your age
So let’s explore mountains, and valleys alike
And wade into rivers, and build our own bike
And build homes from scratch, and make love to our mind
Freedom, sweet freedom, that’s the treasure you find
Let’s climb up the mountains lets scale the great walls
And let’s get far away from the great shopping malls
Let’s throw off these clothes, and look ourselves in the eye
And search deeply for answers to every great “why”
Let’s look to the stars, let’s leap without bounds
Let’s open our mouths and make beautiful sounds
Let’s run across highways, let’s run through fields
Let’s open ourselves, and see what life yields
And if you can’t run away, well at least just pretend
Just pretending, just dreaming, is a means to an end.
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