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Metamorphosis

By Bruce Clifford

Holding back from your ultimate potential
Is like falling back into the fist of your dreams
Riding high in the realm of mixed dimensions
Fashion and money and the pain of fly by nights
You're a visionary
A realistic missionary
With false hopes and cosmic oil
Living in the fertile soil
Living in a dream
Living in the sun
Turning into anyone
Living out your hope
Living in the sea
Being what you believe
Time is money when time stands still
Time is money when time stands still
I don't want your money when time stands still
I don't want it honey for even the thrill
You're a visionary
A realistic missionary
With false hopes and cosmic oil
Living in the fertile soil
Look at you now all wrapped up in stereo and design
Look at you now counting spaces in a moment in time
In a moment in time (time can't wait)
In a moment in time (it will be too late)
Like a twist of fate you can never decide
Like a dream come true on a perpetual ride
Holding out from the verses and the chorus
Is like fade to black on the midnight movie screen
A diamonds facets glisten and shine across the moon light
Stop and go traffic and the glow of fly by nights
Now I can hear your voice but can't speak your name
I can feel your touch when it's cutting my veins
You're a visionary

Copyright 2001 Bruce Clifford 5/2/01  

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