USED TO BE
I am thinking of that girl with the amazing eyes, and the
wire which leads to my mind and heart. I am thinking of
something now so old it is new again. Here I sit, shorn
and shackled, remembering the life I think I've already lived.
It's been said you can't go home again. Forget the 'again';
you can't go home. This changing of the clocks and changing
of the guards, and all that Halloween drivel soon to be, all
of this is a sickness for which there is no remedy. I want
to run away. I want to be gone - I want to Tom Sawyer
my way to dissolution like that run-down carcass they
found on the boat. It may be my father, as Huck found
out, but it's of no consequence to me. I am thinking
only of her again, and all those things that used to be.
I am thinking of that girl with the amazing eyes, and the
wire which leads to my mind and heart. I am thinking of
something now so old it is new again. Here I sit, shorn
and shackled, remembering the life I think I've already lived.
It's been said you can't go home again. Forget the 'again';
you can't go home. This changing of the clocks and changing
of the guards, and all that Halloween drivel soon to be, all
of this is a sickness for which there is no remedy. I want
to run away. I want to be gone - I want to Tom Sawyer
my way to dissolution like that run-down carcass they
found on the boat. It may be my father, as Huck found
out, but it's of no consequence to me. I am thinking
only of her again, and all those things that used to be.
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