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I Can't Imagine

By Bruce Clifford

I canít imagine what happened to this
Through the reflections of this afternoon mist
Spending time thinking about forces betrayed
Itís better than drinking nails and razor blades

I canít remember the last time I smiled
Beneath this connection of hazards and wires
Pretending Iím thinking about dreams from the past
Itís better than sinking in a time where nothing could last

Show me no mercy
Maybe weíre fine
Show me no mercy
The panic of time

I canít imagine what happened in line
Through passing dimensions of panic and spine
Creating and bending each moment in space
Itís better than eating glass and hand grenades

Show me no mercy
Maybe weíre fine
Maybe weíre empty
Surviving this ride

I canít imagine what happened to this
Through the reflections of this afternoon mist
Spending time thinking about forces betrayed
Itís better than drinking nails and razor blades

©7/5/14 Bruce Clifford


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