i don’t feel
Just am so tired
And still the sun shines
Behind the cloud
The pine-trees moving in the wind
Talking their own language
Making their conclusion
Is another time you know now
But what time is it?
What time is it now?
The time of hot, hot summer
And strange diseases
Or the time of other things
We don’t know
Around us
Around us
People are dying
We go around pretending
Is nothing going on
People isolate and procrastinate
Getting angry, drunk or sad
Anything to get out of the mad, mad place
That has become our space
A Place To Rest The Mind
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