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when is then
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I'd like to take you deeper, but SportCenter has repeated for the umpteenth time this morning and it's being watched as if it is playing for the first time, but then, it's still not as fascinating as commercials... and there's chocolate cake being picked at repeatedly and crumbs falling and the general air of ADD in the air and what can we do about it other than strive to focus on the babble in the words and find something meaningful that might be a hook that might drag us out of the repetitive self-indulgence and basically culturally approved (or at least widely accepted) abuses and insensitivities and nothing else matters because the train of thought flew off it's tracks ages ago and nobody noticed because nobody cared and that is why we are where we are now, wherever it may be...

still, here in the land of candora, dreams continue...


I don't know how or why
I don't want to die
but I may have forgotten how to live

I don't know why I was born
I don't want to mourn
but I may have nothing left to give

outside of dreams
life is as empty as it seems
it's raining tears
has it been too many years
feeling so old
so early in the century
is the world cold
or is it just me

and maybe all I've got left
when all is said and done
is the magic of the moment
and dreams of having fun
as I forget the loneliness
and somehow put aside the pain
I can lose myself in dreams
and live in the moment again

even when I do not find the words
to explain
even when I I feel insane
lost in my brain

even if nobody cares
as it sometimes seems
even if nobody shares
I have my dreams

so even when I don't remember how to cope
even when I forget there is hope
even when I lose my way and don't know what it means
I somehow find my way back to my dreams
when nothing else is left
I have my dreams

candora

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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words
for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd)
if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight
I'd say
I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life


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