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Mayfly
07:22
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Running out of time.
Old age comes with a thin-lipped smile.
Floating in a red wine sky.
To the sun, I am just a mayfly.
And I am laughing; filled with pride,
but there is winter around the corner,
around the corner from where I lie.
There is a water wheel,
and there is a fountain,
and there is no reason
that all this happens.
There is a clock face,
and there is a medicine,
and there is a Hell,
but there is no Heaven,
there is no Heaven on this Earth.
Drinking the fountain dry,
hoping for another shot at life.
And at the centre - these hands of mine -
grasping at something greater,
something greater and divine.
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To the End
06:02
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A river runs below this overpass.
It makes me dizzy just to look;
it makes me dizzy just to have you on my mind.
Am I standing in the way
of who you want to be?
Of everything you want from this life?
Racing the day to the end.
(I can’t stand this bitter feeling
clinging to your memory,
a clock that ticks eternally,
a world that turns beneath my very feet.)
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The Rake's Progress
05:38
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Did you sell your soul to the Devil my son,
or did someone else draw you that lot?
Did you meet him halfway with a fiddle in hand,
or are you just a pawn in another king’s plan?
(The world turns, and Hell burns.
We are flies in a drop of amber.)
Was the child you were then worth the man you are now?
Because you look like half one to me.
Looks like each second beat from the heart in your chest
is robbed by the albatross hanging around your neck.
Are you still so blind to the way that you stand
in the path of your best-laid plans?
Cause the cards that you dealt to yourself out of spite
are the ones that you’ll hold till the end of the night.
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Cocoon
08:32
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Who are you -
peering through my windowpane at night?
What do you see?
Won’t you tell me what your shining eyes hold captive in their sight?
As summer turned to fall,
I knew I too would change to something else.
An autumn rain came sweeping in,
and it washed away the things I once held dear.
In body and in mind,
the silk that turns between your hands until the end of time.
I am not the same for very long.
So, the creature turned to face me,
pressed its wings upon the glass.
What it said, I did not understand at first.
It said, “Look at you and I,
“We will forever change in shape until the day we die.”
All in a day.
(Waiting for another golden sun.)
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