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Faces Looking Like You Looking at Me

By Bruce Clifford

(8/5/02)

The confusion of life and the master of ceremony
The Avatar strikes another gauge about history
A shroud as dark as night cuddles the secret in the vale
You can hear the footsteps of a Cyclops on your trail
It's not the success of when you fail

A momentary lapse of your senses creates mystery
Panic in the air decides the fate of silent apathy
Deep within the walls hides rich appetite of night
Making faces in the window which is justified by light
Only time can get this right

When you run you will see
Faces looking like you looking at me

The sentimental journey rides the wave of telepathy
Colors trace the magic on the walls of synergy
Quiet dormant fossils line up like coats in the rain
Ice surrounds the landscape where so little thoughts remain
It will never be the same

When you run you will see
Faces looking like you looking at me

Faces looking like you looking at me
Faces looking like you looking at me

2002 Bruce Clifford  

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