i lay on a bed
and open my head
into the places
where people's faces
come and go
they're people i know
beginning to leave
i start to weave
into a room
wrapped in a tune
someone has spoken
we're out in the open
there's a drum in my dream
it rolls in a stream
a timeless thing
connected by string
i take off my hat
and follow a cat
Sunday, August 12, 2007
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