Contradictory Temporary Glory Caught up in a momentary, sedimentary, complimentary Dream, an exaggerated dream, by all means scream a scream Brought down by you glancing at me, looking at me, staring at me Here, I sit in fear. My hearts held near too superior Breathing at a rapid pace I'm far away in a distant place unmapped You're a quack, I'm on smack dab in the middle of it all You can watch me fall, I will have it all from hear to Bombay And all the places far away, but I cannot stay for another day I long for another day just one more day that I can stay I see faces in different places, the same faces, no expression I find it queer that you're still here, you left a hole filled with fear I hear voices, constantly, embarking, solemnly, they whisper A sequence of commands you're in demand what makes a man Pale or tan and I hear, but I don't see, the reason any at all Am I even living now, deadly, wipe me out, caress me down Where joy isn't yet faded and the start is a riddle no one could untangle In time well wasted belligerently, innocently, intelligently dumb My mind is speeding hopelessly in varied ways my body is quite numb Yet glory is a stones throw away, how cliché', from laborious play I don't know where I am at today, or yesterday, tomorrow, I just don't know
