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[title] => An Interpretation of the Past
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[bodytext] => Now you’re saying “Not my problem, not for listening” You’re an easy decision to make And that I, meaning you, would be better off without Facing what you’re saying, meaning me And I guess, supposing, not to mention, that my ascension Through your mind’s not been an easy climb That it only stands to face, I topple and I’m placed Far behind the summit I was cast backwards, meaning past And to agree, means to see things differently, and admitting you’re letting go Of the image in your head that I put on off to bed a long, wrong time ago Now hero, taken lightly, is dismissed As the word to define what that is, and saying change Seems almost strange, it’s like saying time is weird But time doesn’t disappear so mustn’t change? Because positively certain is never certain But I’ve got the burdens to believe you’re not positive but forced to live In a constant recollection of the “me” you’d once inspected, said as hero, now dismissed But please do tell the spell I’d one concocted in a cell Of imprisonment to my emotions made to you, So I can force it in the open And make it there to grown in, in an air to interfere and keep it broken See because healthy Means two different things It means I’m safe from you but you’re not safe from me And someone’s got to have it, but you’d rather keep it stagnant Where it harms the both of us, by both, I’m meaning, see? And don’t you worry about images, they change in minutes Its worth about the dust of picture frames Or maybe even pictures because it’s clear every time you look Something’s always different in your head, but who really gives a *****? It’s a point of focus and a flash, the interpretation of the past And you were smiling, but it didn’t come out that way and now it lasts And to somebody else that could be you But to everything you are it isn’t true But everything to someone is anything you do But anyone can make that something new And as for hero, dismissed and gone, I don’t miss it because it was never yours Just a never, that I had the pleasure to associate with And I’ve got more fans than you, and they’ve got labels for me too And they’re all wrong, and you could never understand That who I was could never have been anything you believed in You believed in what you saw and nothing else [comments] => 1 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 73 [informant] => Desideratum [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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