Strange Confusing World
Strange, confusing world, can this place be real?
A blur of colors, a flash of light.
A guy here, a girl there.
And when I think I've found a friend,
How am I supposed to live,
But then you come and take my hand.
I feel your warmth, and you feel mine.
I close my eyes, light turns to dark,
The racing colors, I no longer see.
To conscious thought, I now let go.
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Ian W. Park |