better wait till morning bet theyre all in bed and better off dreaming im betting forty winks you would trade a leg to not be alone because the dark enough is food for thought in the early morn when youre who you are cause youre all alone well i have been there too with my mind scattered like some untied balloon though i know im not the first to sit alone in the dark blinking little colon youre a metronome that separates digits and youre doing me no favors thanks a lot i can count on my own so on you toss and fidget like a kid in the kitchen who refuses to eat all his peas no matter the way you stir it its not going away well i have been there too with my mind scattered like some untied balloon as i entertained the thought that god himself relates for before there was time there were waters shaping eternal night and my god who thought amongst himself its not good to be alone i sat long in the night a thrall to my questions a clock for my light and a colon to play metronome rhythmical blight as my fiber unwound and tangled and tangled till my hands were all bound in myself i knotted and gnashed and i writhed and i cried to the father who whispered so quiet that until a seed gives up its shell and it dies that its only as good as the measure of its size well i have been there too with my mind scattered like some untied balloon though i have entertained the thought that god just might relate for before there was time there were waters shaping eternal night and god who thought amongst himself its not good to be alone until the seed gives up its shell and it dies its only as good as the measure of its size
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