Vapor (Dancing in a Stupor)

Line
Of flight

Occasionally, when I look into my eyes

I feel forlorn in a fog of absence
Always give evasive answers
Keeping paths a clear runway
Since I'm fuckin' running all the time
But what from and where to?
Has this become my standard MO?
My inner compass seems shattered
Now I dance around on Bullshit Boulevard

Occasionally, when I look into her eyes

I simply keep longing for Sleep
When emeralds green reach down so deep
Transmutation of inner opposites
I'm paralyzed within a dance
I'm cloaked and soaked in raindrops
Billowing volatile puffs of steam
Nebulous visions through a prism
A nomad, traversing the in-between

Each of us
Is several
And therefore
Quite a crowd

Aided
Inspired
Becoming
Multiplied

Aided
Inspired
Becoming
Multiplied

Lines
Of flight



Credits
Writer(s): Niels Tubbing
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