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Jun 2015
As much as I hate to admit it
I'm dreaming
I wonder how I got here and I wonder what will wake me.

Which will make it worse?

Sometimes sounds will shake me up a little
stir some of that dust that never needed to settle.
Scrape off some of that ash that piles on the sides
and even churn some of that thick...
When does our modern era begin?
When you're young was it 14 months ago?
  When you're old was it in the 90s?
   When you want to wake up, can you?
    When in doubt, wake up
     Still in doubt
Sometime between now
and then'
milk
Written by
Lance Kucera
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