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(Softly now TRUTH COMES OUT) ••• In the Winnebago dream The long country road Stretches beyond lifetimes and finds YOU doing what must be done •• --------Got a god Or goddess Now?---------- ____ What is it You truly are? •• The Story rises in the dark night! The road ends where you've never been before SONGS OF DEATH AND TRAGEDY Mingle with an UNERRING SENSE of THE UNIVERSE'S INNOCENCE ••• (Softly now The Truth comes out) --------- The Rain comes and washes clean All the stories we contrive We try to simplify our lives We only clutter up our minds With weakness that we glorify ••• Let the magic overwhelm Ride the Winnebago dream What DAWN IS? We don't know We write our foolish poetry Of pettiness of LOVE AFFAIRS written within our loveless pain Our solitary prisoning Within our body and materiality ••• We fear to simple DRIFT AWAY We don't know where the long road leads We fear to face the ACTUAL DAWN of a TOMORROW living on its own •• Never born Always here We do what we do and the tale is told
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC
Rambling robin
(Softly now TRUTH COMES OUT) ••• In the Winnebago dream The long country road Stretches beyond lifetimes and finds YOU doing what must be done •• --------Got a god Or goddess Now?---------- ____ What is it You truly are? •• The Story rises in the dark night! The road ends where you've never been before SONGS OF DEATH AND TRAGEDY Mingle with an UNERRING SENSE of THE UNIVERSE'S INNOCENCE ••• (Softly now The Truth comes out) --------- The Rain comes and washes clean All the stories we contrive We try to simplify our lives We only clutter up our minds With weakness that we glorify ••• Let the magic overwhelm Ride the Winnebago dream What DAWN IS? We don't know We write our foolish poetry Of pettiness of LOVE AFFAIRS written within our loveless pain Our solitary prisoning Within our body and materiality ••• We fear to simple DRIFT AWAY We don't know where the long road leads We fear to face the ACTUAL DAWN of a TOMORROW living on its own •• Never born Always here We do what we do and the tale is told
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jeffrey-robin
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC
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