Got no way to grow out of my skin anymore
Implications are too much and growing everyday
I'm walking away
From when I thought it important enough to have it both ways
And you don't know
not to hear every layer- it's not there
to discover, not unfolding for you
Got no way left to circulate my old smoke through,
filters the clean air just circulates, the circulation spells relief from trying
just to clue you in
Every mystery's not true, or not how you think it should be
It's different every time that you rummage through it
MM 2002
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