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I'm feeling left behind Lord what a waste of time yeah they come in to get you right on you can call me crazy can call me blind you can call me lazy but I know where I belong let me tell you let me tell you cause I was born a liar my wide open heart oh my word is no good I gotta tell you right now if I make a promise I can bet I don't follow through it's just I don't have the will I should have seen the signs but why didn't you now it's just a memory far left behind yeah Babe don't hold it against me

Wastin time with an Open Heart

I don't want to be the bearer of bad news but if it's on my mind will it's on my mind I'm going to shimmy and jive I'm gonna shimmy and jive and say i.e. Like a fool what's that you say you want to be on top of the world you gotta you gotta try to make it on your own you want to take the blue pill and the red pill but there's got to be a price to be paid I don't want to be the bearer of bad news I don't want to i don't will the bar keep on the bowery at the tavern down the hill raise a glass to your memory will he shed a tear and sow the seeds among the ashes on above Well I don't want to but I guess I have no choice there's no way we're going to right the wrong that was done to all the workers in the land living and dieing off a days toil livin and diein on 15 hours straight in a bucket for a dime's wage truth is aint nobody aint nobody knows What happens to you when you die

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There seems to be a rider on this horse

A passenger in a body

Minds in bodies?
One and the same?
Do I have a body?
Does this feel like me?
Feels like self
Feels like me
Being 
In 
Relationship
With …

If I’m the one talking,
Why am I also the one listing?

Do I need a pep talk?
It gets no credit, I get all the blame.

Does the pep talk even work?
Where are my keys?
(*I already know I’m looking for my keys*)
Where are my keys? 
such a superfluous thought
I don’t have the soul of …
Who am I telling

Subject 
Object

I pay attention to the cup

I can’t control the sound

(Free will)
Dare not to hear anything
even for one second
(No choice)
SHUT UP!

But you can’t stand up and walk away now can you,
Would you?

What it’s like to be you,
You can think it but can you feel it?

One cannot choose not to hear.

I can’t predict nor stop thoughts from arriving. 

It’s still paradoxical 
to talk to one’s self. 

If you are the one talking, who are you talking to?

You cant stop a bird from landing on your head but can you stop it from building a nest?

Rider

Morning Poem
I woke early one morning, the Earth lay cool and still. When suddenly a tiny bird perched on my window sill, he sang a song so lovely, so carefully and so gay that slowly all my troubles began to slip away. He sang of far off places, of laughter and of fun. It seemed his very trilling, brought up the morning Sun.
I stirred beneath the covers, crept slowly out of bed, then suddenly shut the fucking window and crushed his little head.

Netz

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