"When Worlds Collide..."

Five Flows Become One

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1

I WOKE UP IN A (scary) MANSION
Or was it a hotel.. (but do I really care??)

Today's the first day of my (probably) very long life
Not as a baby, but a 7 year old (at least, that'd be my guess)
There's nobody around, I'm all alone
Trapped and deserted in this big old room
I can walk, I can talk
I can sing till my voice gives out (and then it comes back, how strange..)
I have the little sense
I'm being followed, I'm being observed
The walls have eyes and ears
And it's all kind of a blur

I really should be terrified
Far left and right out of my mind
But somehow.. someway
(Maybe it's the perfume someone's blasting through)
I feel a bit right at home (with my terror)
My terror, she follows me
She's a girl about age of 3
She doesn't let me see her
She dodges away she hides

I only know she's there
Because she giggles and laughs and sighs

She's really somehow terrified
At least, that's what I think I know
But you know, I'm only 7
What do I really know?

I bumble and I stumble and I look for a way out of Hell
I'm not sure if this is Heaven
Or the gates to another Spell
I've looked and I've tried
To throw open all the doors inside
I even looked down and up
For a key (though there isn't a place to use one)

I tell you, I'm aghast
Out and up at (my own) wit's end
Although I'm only 7
So maybe I only have 7 wits (they're all at their end)
The perfume is nice
Smells a bit like cooked (egg) rice
But I'm really getting tired
Wand’ring round and round
The terror, she's got boundless legs
They almost don't make a sound (but they do.. gently)

I spin round and round
Trying to catch her sneaking up
Once, I finally do
That's when I see
(and I'm woken up ..)
She's really not that terrified
She's really not that little
In fact, neither am I
What kind of (sick) game was that?!

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2

I loved myself every second I've been (alive)
You wouldn't believe it if I told you (how I cried)
You'd see me like
A hero from a scene
Something out of
a delusional dream
I'm not that hero,
you make me to be
But I've no (or any) right
to tear (the lie) from its seams

A million lives I've lived (almost at once)
Never thought I'd ever
Come up trumps
I've seen things nobody should ever see
Guess what I mean is
(Grass aint always green...)

A million lies
Two trillion cries
I wish a thousand thousand times
I could (go back and) say goodbye

I've seen a loved one cry (before she...)
I've never found the strength
To let go of that

I wish sometimes
The sky had never shone (on all those memories)
even if (a few of them)
Shone bright as the sun (in my heart)

The heart, funny that
She can cry so hard (and die harder)
But a weak bitch she aint
Keeps comin back for more!
(She tryin to settle the score?)

I hate her stubbornness
Her determination (refusal to give up)
But (truth be told)
Without that, I'd be (dead or) in a rut

See, whatever the pretty-voiced sages say (some of them, too 'true' to be true)
If you never give up...
You WILL eventually

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3

I got a new job
Fixing up a grand ol' place
Anybody'd think (with a brain for real estate)
it was a waste o' space

It's falling apart
Since the day it was built
But creak as it might
(She still stands all-right..?)

This janitor gig
Aint what I'm cracked up to be
Ten thousand years
Not a sold sign (or a soul for that matter)
Did I ever see

Been wand'ring the place (it keeps shifting around)
Is it a room, a house
A mansion or more?
On the very top floor
What could be in store?

I wonder if all the (missing faces)
From burnt-out memory
Olympus, Mickey-Enna
So many places
So many lives
Too many unsolved cases

The janitor Detective life
Big old (gum) Shoe
Aint at all
A game for two

When you're in the mix,
It's going down...
Last one standing
Gets (to wear) the crown

I hate it all
(the memory) most of all
Where's the sink
(Deep enough) to drink (away the pain)?

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4

Frozen Memories
Of mine (another mine of mine)
Not filled with copper
Just half-finished spaces

Lies and lyres
The (deepest green eyes) way they scream
Goodbye

I've burned (the images)
Deep in my brain (or wherever they're stored)

Sometimes I wish
I would be able
To be bored

The life, the mirror
It's like a dramatic old scene

But someone forgot
To write the end
To the big dream scene...
(Help! Write the end!)
THE END (thanks!)

thanks for writing me a way out of this mess!

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5

Putting the thoughts of mine
On the blackboard
(Feels like solving a crime)

(These 'guys and girls of mine')
They've (surely) done (their time and mine)

Sometimes I wish
Everything (in the past)
Could turn out fine

These thoughts of mine
A scream in time

Sometimes (he acts) like a Pant-O-Mime
Bant-A-Loon
Heavy on you

Sometimes I forget
(how to)
Tie my Shoe (and there's gum on the bottom,
wonder where that came from!)

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These five little streams
Combined (from the) Dreams

(On the face of it)
It'd make you (wanna) Quit!

25 days
or was it (half a) century

65 years
halfway (to) mystery

A life's best lived
One life at a time

Some Time (it took)
Till I gave up (the art of) pantomime!

I'm called back for more
the invisible crowd, it roars

I can see them fine
(in my little mind's eye)

these thoughts, these dreams
Cracked at the seams
Sometimes it seems
I'm only made of Dreams! (or Cheese..)

Dear friend of Mine
Old lovers too
This story of Mine
Includes You, too.

You might realise
(How the dots align)
some day we'll all find (I hope so..)
the right way
Inside (the Mind)

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