i always went in the lake and now i sit the shore i notice the time, the place, the booze, the heat, the score... i sleep when the sun goes down, might rise on it's return i think about everything and nothing's what i learn i wanted to pray alone i name you in this prayer i wanted this day alone i blame you in this prayer the gift that i'm choosing is a gift for changing light who cares if this day proceeds through wrongness or through right whatever was in the lake will wash up on the shore i found all the days i lost and never lose no more i sleep... o.k., there's time for this

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