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Sleepless Incidental

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Sightless he watches the columns collide 
As he wanders the canyons relentlessly wide 
Empires are burning, the rain cuts his skin 
And in every direction the sound closes in 
Time, only time, have I 
And already I'm not okay 

He falls in with the unwashed and unfed 
He will sleep for the first time, no crib for a bed 
In these extraordinary lanes 
He is blind again, unaware still 

From the greatest height and to furthest end 
Without association, he will bend 
And walkin g with the wounded, old and thin 
Made to be paraded, bring the misfit in 
How to overpower the avenues of steel 
In my illusion, what of this is real? 
Sleepless incidental, what I really need 
Is how to now avoid the full stampede 

I'm only taking time 
And I'm not where I want to be now