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Music has brought today a forgotten past time
One through talented fingers, a past vast crime
As he played along the fretboard, I was sinking
As I sank into music I was where I was thinking

Back in the back of my mind I suppose I froze
I stilled in the tears of my creating or compose
I was stuck with dumb-founded hidden mystery
I was stuck in my trapping thoughts, a history

Horrid images flood my mind as I walked past
As I walked away from this ponder oh so vast
I suppose I needed to take my handy dandy pill
The one thats suppose to make it feel better still...

So with that said I now lose myself to thought
And now I attempt to sleep in my own distraught...