Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Self Illusion

There isn't anything I tell myself
Buried deep hidden behind the shelves
Nothing is there beyond my role
Untold it should remain so

Insane it must be I tell myself
Worrying and wondering along the shores
It is just an illusion my dear

Cast the stone into the sea
Worry not of what you can't see

There is nothing I tell myself


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