Where we were always

July 12, 2013

While you were busy resurrecting instances of critical synthesis

the head nurse beat you to the sliver of hope, rinsed it out and out came a question

"where am I?"

I don't know kid, that's what we're all trying to find out

"hey, where's Tweedledee?"

said Tweedledum

I don't know kid, were just trying to figure out where we come from.

so we walk and walk

we walk and walk

and then we stop

and turn around

walk back and forth and in and out

of trouble and shame

and laughter and pain

and walk and walk

and scream and shout

we walk and walk

and sometimes fall

and out comes out

the hero in us all.

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