Forever unmoved, but easily resolved.
Spinning in circles because I'm not ready to sail, yet.
There's a change in the wind;the paper is perfectly blank again...
Fixated on dreaming realities and becoming a possibility.
Life's a revolving door in rainy Missouri
But she still dances, even when the wheel jams.
Death was a scapegoat, a phobia--now it's just a fact
I'm sinking with the improbability that I'll marry you
Knowing that I don't know how to drown.
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