There's a scent of sweetly remembered fragrance inside this moment,
I've been lost 'round these parts before, methinks.

I recognize faint footprints splayed out in strange patterns 'fore me
and I know where I cracked that wall with my face that time.

Little by little, as minds work... substance, such as fragrance...
pieces of puzzels long gone forgotten... or should've been...

Keep watching that wall, it'll fall soon... soon, very soon, it'll fall...

There's an air of faint disgust mixed with an overpowering glare,
shine on shiny diamonds... tomorrow won't ever return as now.

In the green, in the shadowed green underneath and far below...
There should be eyes waiting, watching... and mighty fangs...

There they are... not so scary when you know they're there...
Come on, what're you waiting for... I'll give you one free bite...

When you re-live your mind's crazed teachings
and follow what isn't into a supposed, is...
yes, you might walk tall...
that is, until what you know changes it's pace into a new stride.

It's when zig zag instead of zig... nothing can prepare you for that...

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