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relax.release.repeat.
You've been listening to them again
You've been hearing their fruitless chants.
And you wonder how I wander?
You'll never give me the chance
To speak my peace,
Though both our tongues are forked
Like two forgotten highways.
They run nowhere.
I've been hearing things again,
It must be this old house.
Floorboards creak my name
My heart beneath the floor
Pounds out the same dull game.
If I stare long enough
I should remember who I'm talking to.
I can even talk till my face is blue
Yet you won't remember me.
Maybe I can forget you.
This face is familiar,
Its lines and patterns fade
Where laugh lines are ridges
I've sold my soul to save.
Now I can't even remember my name,
Yet I'll sit here and stare at myself
All the same.
