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Latitude of Our Time

By Bruce Clifford

Are we mixing up our minds
Are we lost and out of line
Maybe the only strength we could find
Is the latitude of our time

Are we shaking heads with our senses
Are we the mist between the waves
Maybe if we took down or defenses
As I listen to an album called Brave

She didnít see it coming
We didnít feel it moving
She didnít have the motion
We didnít want to believe it

Are we twisting up the lies
Are we gazing into each others eyes
Maybe the only dream we could define
Is the latitude of our time

This latitude of our time
Are we lost in each others minds
Crossing empty fields with a bottle and a charm
Carrying sympathy for each arm

©11/11/14: Bruce Clifford

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