Anonymous

First played: 4.26.2008

Already November and I can feel a chill
Beginning to appear
The leaves are changing their trees from green
To brown and red again
The colors faded like these wings of mine
Always in need of a little more time to find
Something to pry my way back to the sky
If only I had known
The feeling is so good I want to take it home tonight
If I could, but I think that I might have to leave it here
For you to find
All on your own
I guess that's just the way it goes

Crisp as Christmas is the air
I'm breathing in and out
Breathing in, and out comes a cloud
That seems to represent me for what I am
And what I am ain't what I was; I was a ghost
It's what I fear the most
This ancient history, the emptiness inside of me
Still I hope to hell nobody else can see
It took something more animal than you believe
For me to see and be relieved
This harmony that we can achieve
Is still enigmatic to me

If I was anonymous
I could be any one of us
Glorious as each of us can be
Floating the ocean of possibilities
We can believe
In what we're meant to be

(C. Narayan)

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