some alive, some dead
all using the same words unsaid
and the days keep rolling on
sometime they’ll end in joy
said the thoughts of a two-headed boy
who wished he was the one
each silver-tongued flake
who never made a mistake
told the same story this morn
of escaping to that star
it’s really not so far
especially for those that don’t get born
and as you ponder upon the way it is
as though this, time, was a mere quiz
then divide the present between us all
cover your eyes to see the mystery
the future before it’s history
while we take the fall
©HeyHey 2013
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