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Brain RideSmoke rings lazy drifting across my plains of memory. Going for a brain ride, but even that's not free. There's scores of desperate riders raising dust clouds to the sky. And the smoke of ancient fires blows tears into my eyes.
Brain ride. Brain ride. Like the moon and tide, brain ride. Brain ride, slip and slide. Neural net tied. Brain ride.
The trees here were greener before the summer of last year. The weather here turned meaner, and the rain did not fall here. The paths of pilgrims progress, is measured in days. With what diligence we digress, each to our own ways.
And we brain ride. Putting life aside. Dreamers all inside. Brain ride. Brain ride. Gone to glide. out inside, gone to brain ride.
Hopes and fears. Joy and tears. Blue and gray. All here to stay. Time on ice. Isn't that nice? No colors hide, on a brain ride. Outside, inside, together tied. There's forever sides, to a brain ride.
©1992 David D. Vande Velde |
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copyright 2008 David D. Vande Velde