Just listening, not thinking I watch your promises set in the horizon It has been too long a day to have our own thoughts Amidst a confusing fog of colour Which opens windows and stretches necks So many admire what you have taught They think this is a sunrise. You have your audience fooled. But I can trace my finger across these coloured strips and maybe, just maybe trace an escape
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