Silver washed you stand alone
Smiling your own glow
Moving tides you be my ides and guide me

Oh my psyche.

Bathed in gold the garden sways

Lightly to our song
Moving minds we climb high as Apollo
With our one psyche.


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Now Im caught

Between these dreams
Of displaced time
And my black holed soul.


Muddy as I face the mob
Digging my own way

Moving fate Ill make my fate and face the Earth
With my dead psyche.


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