Alone and out of place, is this world
This world of yourself and no other
I reckon it’d be out of place to say
Sometimes what you see is not real
And what is real is not the real thing
All of the endless thoughts flowing
Throughout the cinemascope mind
Trying to make sense of going ons
A past beyond forgetting, forgiving
With the horror of tomorrow coming
How in God’s name can today occur
Out of place is this presence of mine
Between you and your many opinions
The curse of a multitude of rebirths
For each death being a happy ending
Among all the questions tearing me
Is it out of place to ask here and now
What is the secret, how to reach it?
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