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Surrounded by dysfunction … Not a normal soul in sight.
The pain is softly blinding. I see horizons of white light.
When I squeeze my eyes shut, I make my visions red.
Déjà vu of memories are playing tricks within my head.

So I slide.

And the days go quick behind me.
The phones don’t ring.
Or they do and drive me crazy.
Doesn’t mean a thing.

Surrounded by emotion … unholy masks to hide reality
Damn blues drown out the red.  
I couldn’t watch what they wanted me to see.  
So I fled.

Now the window’s looking good
Cause it’s green on the other side
Do you wanna bust right through it
And take another ride?

Or run and hide?

You choose to slide.

Fingers on my eyes massaging caffeine to the brain …
I sit here in some coffee shop.  Make it stop.
You’re weaving in the glaring lights.  
Same white pain. Lame.

Everything changed.
Do I have to make a difference if I want to play the game?
It’s all the same.

I’ll spread my arms and twirl awhile.
Join me now and maybe smile that wicked grin.  
I’ll let you in.

I’m the eye of the storm in swirls of twisted grey sky.  
And I get by.
It makes no sense to grasp for straws.
We either sink or swim … or die.

We’re frustrated and discombobulated
Trying to find a way to get re-situated.
Turning to each other like some long lost friends.
Wracking out the loneliness in a fog of flesh and skin.
I let you in.

So slide. 

It’s only your time to abide.  I’ve got my own.

Desire lives in the in between spaces.
Staring in your eyes wipes out the memories of their faces.
I wonder why.

I have a history of mysteries that I haven’t solved.
So what’s one more?
I’ll stare out the back window
And you’ll walk in the front door.

And then we’ll slide.