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Jumping off ledges isn't the typical lifestyle.
Of coase when when if happens she splats like the man that climbs to the top of the parking job and jumps.
Splat! Never a good feeling.
She still finds and continues to find it possible to stand up and dust off, take a deep breath and say ahhhhhhh Somehow like Bill's (kill Bill) voice in my head, so expressive yet deeply jaded. Ahhhhhh he says and we knew you'de be by. Something along those lines. It's deffinatly Bill. Not so sure why.
She feels like she dropped something into her purse and now when she reaches in she can't find it.
She takes one thing out at a time and shakes it and looks, another and looks again and again and again. She has flipped it over and dumped it all out. Her hands are moving and mxing all the stuff she carries around on a daily basis looking for "IT" but it's not there. Where did it go? How does she always lose the little important things that she drops into that bag. Maybeshe needs to become more organized. Maybe it got broken and it turned into many grains of sand and the wind has blown it away.
Time is like an ice cube in water, it' melting. The shape is changing, it's vaishing, no it's just changing. It's still water. She 66% water or something like that and not much ice. When she's icy the world is icy. Now that should be a pharmacuetical commerical for the winter blues. Melt the ice away with...
It's good, life that is. She feels good. She's happy on the outside, sad on the in. So what is the in? This is the inn. Welcome and would you like to get a room with a jacuzzi tub. The ice machine is down the hall and they have 24 hour room service. She'll go to the pool if you want. The mini bar is stocked and it has free cable. The sheets are clean and the pillows are fluffed. The coffee machine has real coffee and the serve a a great breakfast in the morning. This inn?
Sweet little treats in the bag of tricks taste different than before. She still can't find what she was looking for in her purse. Where did it go? Unlikely she will find it now. Maybe she put it someplace else. Maybe it's lost forever. Where can it be?
Morning is upon us. The sun will rise soon. It's time to shower and move onto the next day. Maybe the bed will just stay warm all day and she can stay here and keep looking for what she lost. As she sits on the clean white sheets with her breakfast in bed she shall sit and think... this life is beautiful.
She is still checked into the inside.
Jumping off ledges isn't the typical lifestyle.
Of coase when when if happens she splats like the man that climbs to the top of the parking job and jumps.
Splat! Never a good feeling.
She still finds and continues to find it possible to stand up and dust off, take a deep breath and say ahhhhhhh Somehow like Bill's (kill Bill) voice in my head, so expressive yet deeply jaded. Ahhhhhh he says and we knew you'de be by. Something along those lines. It's deffinatly Bill. Not so sure why.
She feels like she dropped something into her purse and now when she reaches in she can't find it.
She takes one thing out at a time and shakes it and looks, another and looks again and again and again. She has flipped it over and dumped it all out. Her hands are moving and mxing all the stuff she carries around on a daily basis looking for "IT" but it's not there. Where did it go? How does she always lose the little important things that she drops into that bag. Maybeshe needs to become more organized. Maybe it got broken and it turned into many grains of sand and the wind has blown it away.
Time is like an ice cube in water, it' melting. The shape is changing, it's vaishing, no it's just changing. It's still water. She 66% water or something like that and not much ice. When she's icy the world is icy. Now that should be a pharmacuetical commerical for the winter blues. Melt the ice away with...
It's good, life that is. She feels good. She's happy on the outside, sad on the in. So what is the in? This is the inn. Welcome and would you like to get a room with a jacuzzi tub. The ice machine is down the hall and they have 24 hour room service. She'll go to the pool if you want. The mini bar is stocked and it has free cable. The sheets are clean and the pillows are fluffed. The coffee machine has real coffee and the serve a a great breakfast in the morning. This inn?
Sweet little treats in the bag of tricks taste different than before. She still can't find what she was looking for in her purse. Where did it go? Unlikely she will find it now. Maybe she put it someplace else. Maybe it's lost forever. Where can it be?
Morning is upon us. The sun will rise soon. It's time to shower and move onto the next day. Maybe the bed will just stay warm all day and she can stay here and keep looking for what she lost. As she sits on the clean white sheets with her breakfast in bed she shall sit and think... this life is beautiful.
She is still checked into the inside.
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The Misty Mountain Trail is a place where reality and fantasy unite
The kind of place where the conflicts of Heaven and Hell ignite
It's the site where disease becomes hot as fire or cold as frost
The infinite place where the celestial and the infernal are crossed
The untold stories of this never ending path, this hazy road
The bedlam and it's secrets held in by illegible code
It is a scene with no limitations or design
It has a perpetual way of changing it's mind
This is where white doves play and vultures prey
Time has little meaning here and the calendar has no day
Those who can face their inner selves shall remain alive
Those who can not, shall never survive,
The Misty Mountain Trail
Forever Lost
When the mind travels
It moves a great distance
It shall arrive there
Swiftly, in an instance
May the arrangement of expression
Continue on, never to fall
Living life, forever lost
In concert music halls
So let the music play
I need to dance and sing and scream
Show me a sign of the happy life
And I'll show you my dream