you may recall old memories
but there won't be a dial tone
I found my way back home
but I can't recognize any roads
it's a different place it seems
different faces, different scenes.
does my past shape my future?
or is my future preparing me with present events?
when I close my eyes I see light
and then I open them wide to darkness.
my only conclusion is
there is nothing better potential
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