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i used to dream about forever

once upon a time

when the color of possibility

was bright and fine



when we were us, and you were mine

never owned you but thought the choice you made was right



i walked outside at age twenty one

war flags all around

but the color of possibility

near by seemed fine



i had my hope about forever

and you were next in time

line that was drawn right across my head

was perfect time



and we were us, then you were mine

never owned you but thought the choice you made was right

never owned me but ya'thought the chains you made were mine



i used to dream about forever

imagination

is a picture developed in the sun

in our world



well

it's hard to keep down spirits

when

you're drinking the whole bottle

and it's not just your body laying on the floor

when it comes, morning



I,

i'd like to rescue you

from

the blurriness i now know

and...

your grey hands, playing



and how it came about and together

well it all came apart

when the color of possibility

was shooting stars



all them out' the sky, and you were there in line

a war owned men-their thoughts, their choice, it claimed their rights

never owned me but the thought, the pain, invaded my mind



most' my people dreamed about were zombies

they were mostly gone

and warfare developed a cloud of dust

and broken bread



till

it's hard to see down the road

cause

i see there the whole picture

and it's not just one body laying on the floor

when it comes, morning



I,

i'd like to rescue you

from

the blurriness i now know

and...

your grey hands, reddening



from your head



i used to dream about forever

is imagination

a picture developed in the sun

in our world?