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Sometimes I think that I know
What love's all about
And when I see the light
I know I'll be all right.
I've got my friends in the world,
I had my friends
When we were boys and girls
And the secrets came unfurled.
City of brotherly love
Place I call home
Don't turn your back on me
I don't want to be alone
Love lasts forever.
Someone is talking to me,
Calling my name
Tell me I'm not to blamed
I won't be ashamed of love.
Philadelphia,
City of brotherly love.
Brotherly love.
Sometimes I think that I know
What love's all about
And when I see the light
I know I'll be all right. Philadelphia.
It is all about the Rise.
I know that, now.
Again, actually.
I knew it before.
Once apon a time.
Before Drama.
Before Evil.
Before Crazy.
Now, slowly healing.
Being touched in my mind
By a presence that seems
To fit.
I find that the Rise is again In control.
Power. Flowing. Rolling. Moving around and poking the little dried up bits of doubt and confusion. A cleansing scar producing fire of blink proof interest. I see it. I saw it all day. Like well-groomed zombies only they are smiling at the sun and ready to dance as soon as the hairnets come off. Others, I see, are also aware of the peaceful daze and its inducement of thoughts boxed away until the yard sale of the heart. A little voice, though not sober, told me a sobering story. Of friends and friends being worried. I am trying to get rid of troubles. To rebuild. We will see. I was a little voice and I hinted that things might be sweet, improving, getting better than expected. All those sights, encased.It just sucks that I am not in the minds I think of as much as those I fail to remember enough. That is a stupid and selfish thing to say. But that is what drove me to the keyboard. Now that urge has been indulged and expunged. I am going to have a sub.
Feeling alright. Feeling smooth.
Feeling like some weight has lifted
Without knowing that it was there.
Good.
Many thoughts, but they will come outAs they wish.
Sometimes I think that I know
