NOTHING MORE FOR TO EXPLAIN
Someone tries hard to reach the summit
only to fall off at the top? You tell me
is all that trouble worth it? My life is
rear-view mirror stuff these days; so
what it's worth to me is merely mine.
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I have my own hallowed ground and
places I have loved. And people too,
be they flat or round. The only resource
left is to laugh - at the miners in the lake,
the workers on their beats, the housewives
in their chambers, the prisoners in their
pens. All things keep their own sum now.
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Nothing more for me to explain, and
how it all goes down, in the end, I can
only wait to see. I'm mourning already,
but the mourning is for me. There's
nothing more for me to explain.
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