The challenge today is to make my way
From the couch to the sea
And erase the plaintive smile that speaks to me in silence
And to put on a new hat
And leave the house like that
Make way for Mike
He's collapsing into now
Having lost his religion
Today
Boy, what can the man say
He was born this way
He hears the displacement of air
Make that strange and ever-present sound
As the immediate future melts
In the ears
Then evaporates
It is the strangest sensation
Once tuned in
And one that never goes away
But it can shift
And be shifted
And with will
It will
Move
Blown like a feather
Forever
Not allowed to land
Never
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