In Walks a Stranger
By Neurosine
Everyone has various strains, Of emotional disease. We mature in many different ways, travel on, travel from, Our various eigenstates. I don’t know why we insist to equate, The person we woke up as yesterday, With the one in our brain. Like the water we stepped into, Back in yesterdays river, It is never completely the same. Every particle has shifted in self interest, Traveling along on its way. We are rivers, Ever changing terrains, This somehow eludes us, ‘cause it seems very plain. Our perceptions are filtered, So we think we’re sane. And we pretend that today we’re the stranger, We followed through the door to today, As memories fade, We come to believe, The two are one in the same. Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 05:22 AM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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