we miss our own friends (phase?)
in the sea of thought like a maze
no praise or blame
yet we're sometimes trapped in a daze
In countless blisters
walking on the maple(?) floor
we've got to go through before
the despair shuts the door
i sing my song like everlasting notes
when i feel that i'm lost
i just keep my eyes closed
gone by the breeze
i find that i'm on my feet
here i am to live(make?) my time
here i am to forge my mind
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