I found a piece of paper
on my bedroom chair,
upstairs I was writing,
just like You were there.
I found a piece of paper
speaking words to come,
now in twenty ten,
New Years Day - roll drum.
I feel really weird,
something is at hand.
Speak to me of what
overtakes the land.
The call is being sent
to rise within, without,
sensations somewhat bent,
rejoice and give a shout
NOTHING is the same
exploring it's about,
a little child game,
belief let go, let out.
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