your breath on my neck keeps me from moving on
into a day where little hope is foreseen
I want to stay with you and continue to dream
but this world has its design of how we should be
I can't be myself and still be with you
we can't be here in this life
if we forgo the truthit takes fruit off the vine
to have a life that's this fine
so we fall into line
we harvest a days wage
all the while just a page
of a classrank world denying it's rage
we take walks in the long grass
away from the Wall
our bare feet carve out new paths
there's no clock here at all
but when the bell sounds a dawning
we are ripped from the solace
get the uniform on and run to who calls us
I would have it another way
but I'm not the one to change the days
my heart needs affirmation
my mind needs the condemnation
the worst feelings in all the world
come from an unchartered search
for the goodly pearl
we leap in with abandon
find ourselves far from land and
give up securities we had
for something we think we need so bad
but we cannot describe it
or even imagine it
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