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Sometimes I close my eyes and forget whatís happening,

A journey through darkness and escape from me.

 

I see what I know and I know Iíve seen it all,

But I cannot release these visions that call.

 

Stuck in this realm that they say is my home,

Never to gather the freedom to roam.

 

Hopeless house calls seem my only retreat,

From the burden Iím feeling on bourbon street.

 

Counting the grains from the sands of extinction,

My fingers caressing the dunes of distinction.

 

A world of treasures cast forth for the crew,

Baiting the waters, dangle just out of view.

 

Swimming the depths of this sea called disaster,

Escaping the chains that were bound by the master.

 

The mind remains the prize my efforts seek,

To claim the staff that shepards the meek.

 

The chaos swarming sound the trumpets of war,

Clouds billowing forth from the engines roar.

 

Thundering down paved paths of destruction,

These weapons of war serve only one function.

 

Shattering the will of all those opposed,

As the seamstress prepares the emperorís clothes.

 

Colonel Sanders

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