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Maybe I could rearrange the art
That hangs upon these walls
Or maybe I should not
The masterpiece that lies within this room
Has yet to leave these halls
And break through every door
But I lie here on my back
I stare into the white
The lack of color blinds these eyes
With silence comes the sight
Maybe I could call you on the phone
Tell you all my thoughts
Or maybe I should not
These corridors and empty feathered beds
Are lacking what Iâd hoped
In pictures in my head
But I lie here on my back
I stare into the black
The lack of color blinds these eyes
With darkness comes the night
Maybe I can do this on my own
Make way for solitude
Or maybe I need you
The ruby hues that outline all my words
Are chapped and humming chords
Iâve never used before
But I lie here on my back
I stare into the past
The memories cloud my mind
With dreaming comes the flight
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- 2011-06-15: Sunset Plaza, Mountain Village, CO, USA
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