You think far too much
far too highly of a fool
meant to tread in the holes
imprints of your souls
What you leave behind
we make the next show
a spectacle of dreams
of old rusted wonders
Stories warped and twisted
pretzeled even further
they make more sense
exaggerated even more
man can't hope to make
rope from a single thread
your story is far more complex
than that of a tall tale
Whisper into my ear
a song you want to hear
and I'll play your mood
with a fiery gusto
when you face yourself
will you reach beyond?
or stand quietly
a hidden pond
Break it, smash it
tear away from the past
to sacrifice and build anew
leave the rings deep within
Now we say our goodbyes
and we know as time flies
our suns and moons
will keep us together
The doll who walked with you
must tread in new shoes
for this is the life
that they know and choose
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