racing

27.03.04/5 nisan 5764  ***  15:04

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i can hear my mind racing a mile~a~minute

when all of the jumble i carry within it

comes masking a pillar of blistering rage

as verses are spilling~out onto the page

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how a child can grieve with a scream and a wail

while he’s learning the lesson again and again

in a voice that despair’s necessity fails

that this race has no winner, this race has to end

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i can hear my mind racing demanding deliv’rance

from hopes that i have of securing forgiveness

advantaging putting a face to the name

of the cause of it all, of the cause of my shame

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how a child can leave with a shrug and a wave

unaware of the impact time’s passing will have

unaware of the lessons he’s teaching a friend

that this race has no winner, this race has no end

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i can hear my mind racing a three~minute~mile

and it won’t even let me relax for awhile

insisting~on~expressing all that jumble trapped inside

despite the fact it’s damaging and devastates my pride

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how a child can grieve with a scream and a wail

in an~orderly~creation that won’t necesar’ly fail

to lessen life’s brutality and put him on~the~mend

suspecting he’s a winner, suspicious of your end

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i can hear my mind racing demanding release

from a self~ish self~censure, internal police

advantaging putting my foot to~the~floor

escaping~to~a~place where love can’t hurt me anymore

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how a child can leave with a shrug and a wave

unaware of the impact time’s passing will have

unaware of the “blissings” of his ignorance

that this race has no winner save impermanence

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i can feel my mind racing straight into the ground

weighed~down with the jumble i carry around

fighting with the comp’ny of an uninvited rage

traverse these fatal fantasys committed to the page

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how a child can grieve with a screaming satire

of the suff’ring attached to all fear and desire

still believeing the power of art to transcend

(that) this race has no winner, this race has to end

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i can feel my mind racing straight into restraints

admitted to the hospital with multiple complaints

nothing in your bag for me, i say to Dr. D.,

nothing standing in the way but darkest destiny

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how a child can leave with a shrug and a wave

unaware of the impact time’s passing will have

unaware of the lessons he’s teaching a friend

(that) this race has no winner, this race has no end

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