Come to pass will last until the past comes back to me.
In my dreams I see strange things but what do they mean?
It seems to be nothing.
But if I'm wrong am I strong enough for the long haul to come?
Understanding the demanding pressure that comes from just standing.
Sitting, sleeping or just quietly listening.
The glistening gleam in the seam of my pupil.
The scoopful of death upon life's lonely scream.
Lean on me constantly and I'll fall from the weight of this great thing you call fate.
With Jealousy, Greed, An abundance of weed. Without seed, stem or need.
NEED?
That need to be free.
That need to be me.
Unless it's not meant to be.
In my rearview I see a backwards eye whose red matches the red from the cruiser's lights.
Police at my back but they just want to pass to I laugh.
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