It’s a fading memory
Not yet appearing in
My rigid galaxy
So full of rules
No rescue has a chance
No breath has a way
Losing some primitave sanity
I’m an expectation of glory
Adventures spiriting away
My bare feet of honesty
Tell me my future
And I’ll tell no fallacies
Tremendous openness
Lifting my marble heart out
Of my self-dug grave
Polished and perfect no more
It’s a dream of wholeness
In my own contentment
Who was that empty girl?
Why did she cry?
Not yet appearing in
My rigid galaxy
So full of rules
No rescue has a chance
No breath has a way
Losing some primitave sanity
I’m an expectation of glory
Adventures spiriting away
My bare feet of honesty
Tell me my future
And I’ll tell no fallacies
Tremendous openness
Lifting my marble heart out
Of my self-dug grave
Polished and perfect no more
It’s a dream of wholeness
In my own contentment
Who was that empty girl?
Why did she cry?
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