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I know I'm not here

I'm just......

Floating.

Watching it all beneath me

Where it can't hurt me and I'm safe

But, I don't know "what" it is

Please, tell me



Some times floating is good

It can't touch you

Nothing can touch you

You're almost invisible...

And you want to just sit and watch

As they fall

Their heads gracing the dirt

You feel a little better...



I can't go home and I can't stay here

And no one knows me and my adversaries

But, I don't know my adversaries...

And they drop to their knees

As I float above them

Away from them

Untouchable...



So they cry for me

Because I float above them

And they Scream for me

Cause I'm not longer about them

Now I wish for them...

To go on

Because I'm floating.....

and I'm gone.



January 6, 2001 1:54 pm