there's no need to tell me
what to do anymore
for i see
the wind that winds
down each
road
and i'll follow any
way you go
and i couldn't
care less
if the light
ahead is
dull
time freezes
each time
it flashes
and illuminates
the sky
and since you
were there
i never went
blind
the sky was bright
and thought it
was night
the trees were
bright green
and i swore
i could've
seen
mystery in the
woods just
beyond
the skyline,
beyond the rain,
like a tornado,
in the
distance.
the radio
was never static
and voices raised
themselves
on pedistals
to be heard,
on mountains
to be shouted from.
and though only
some heard the
cries,
there was never
a simple thought that
ever crossed my
mind.
nothing escaped that night.
nothing will.
8/17 - 8/18 2000
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