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i remember in dreams



i never went towards anything that didnt interest me -
other wise it would be obvious, i was being dragged along by some inferior notion of success, whether inwardly or outwardly manifested.
i'm here to play in the big stage, i think, getting restless,
while my mind turns from manic to a musical storm of hushed thoughts working everything out intellectually as i sleep.
 

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