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GOING BLIND
DAVE THE POET

I see magic in people, As they become real
Kissing the memories, I plan to steal
A thief in the night, Picking locks
Another shovel of dirt, On the old pine box
A formaldehyde soul, Wearing old lucky socks
Can’t get more, When it’s time it’s time
I’ll settle for some, With that I’m fine
While thinking and waiting, I start misbehaving
Have I always been dead, Or just going blind

A breather of life, An ungodly thorn
Even without the cross, The journey is long
Are you the cloud, Or the rain
A pleasured smile, With pain
The music, The song, The writer of wrongs
Angel fire inspired, Born to chase the storm
Cold as death, The blazing sun
A gift God gave, To no one
Can’t get more, When it’s time it’s time
I’ll settle for some, With that I’m fine
While thinking and waiting, I start misbehaving
Have I always been dead, Or slowly going blind

Some things I know, ‘Cause I believe
Others because, My eyes have seen
Don’t get me wrong, I’m afraid of the dark
Sleep in the snow, As to leave my mark
A new season arrives, I’ll fade away
A familiar smile, That brightens the day
As long as you like, I’ll remain in your heart
Don’t get me wrong, I’m afraid of the dark
Can’t get more, When it’s time it’s time
I’ll settle for some, With that I’m fine
While thinking and waiting, I start misbehaving
Have I always been dead, Or slowly going blind