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• Artiste: Wither
• Titre: Revisited
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The silken mud of this life covers me, Surrounding consciousness with lucidity But I have forgotten how to feel this Fallen far away from what I found Spinning in the darkness I have made of chances given to me, to me, to me, to me, to me. There is a hope There is desire There is a Knowledge But it is cold It's lying on the surface and deep within But I must bring it round and center Bring it round again Where I Can see And it can... breathe All smoke and mirrors here Submerged in my perceptions Worlds without end Yet these things seem temporary Doomed to fall away with the thought that made them real The mud begins to dry Beneath the unknown sun The surface cracked and peeled Spreading out it could be... It could be poetry I pull up at the cracks Pick up the pieces one by one While on my hands and knees As I did as a child So delicate, each one by one They crumble in my hands And now it's coming clear That you were always here What I was longing for What I was meant to be I wanted to come home Wanted to know you so badly But it's not like you ever really left me No it's not like you ever really would I offered myself up When I saw that there was nothing below me at all Familiarity, comes flooding back to me Of all the times I've revisited this Of all the times I cried... Reach, reach me! Touch, touch me! Heal, heal me! Open, open me! So what is in you will shine through me And what is in me will shine through thee...