Not Your Dearest

Do you remember, everything that you could have seen? I bet you haven't
At least that's what you told me, about the pictures in your head. The projector is dead
Time to replace the reel, find a new spoke on the wheel. Keep it turning
The film it came unwound, venture to new worlds new sounds

And I don't want to talk about it
When you won't hear me a bit
Maybe I'm not your dearest
Wait until you hear from spirits

This existential dread, the words I might have said, made their way in the red
I can't see too far, I still know who you are. Looking sideways
Ten years ago it passed and possibility lasts. Can it be true?
What do I owe to this? Ignorance is bliss. What story does this fit?



Credits
Writer(s): Carl Giannelli
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