Dissonance
Sunday, 18 October 2015
Sunday, 18 October 2015
I take my soul for a stroll
Along the crumbling edge
Cliff face, to face
Imagined and the real
I see my world dissolve
In an unread history book
My space, marked place
Recorded but never told
I watch and sigh as they divide
My soul and body cannot decide
Can't agree who'll they'll have
Me be, so they fight
Along the crumbling edge
Cliff face, to face
Imagined and the real
I see my world dissolve
In an unread history book
My space, marked place
Recorded but never told
I watch and sigh as they divide
My soul and body cannot decide
Can't agree who'll they'll have
Me be, so they fight
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