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Another Day

Take me away

To another day

   When things were different

When I didn’t have to pay rent

  But then again . . . 

I didn’t really like childhood

   Or being a teenager

. . . So

   Take me away

To another day

  When things were fun

 . . . when was that again?

 Was it really back then?

    With who?

Where?

   When did it happen?

Do you remember it all?

   Do you remember who you were before your fall?

You do? Oh . . .

   I don’t remember it anymore

A better time

   A past I could get back

A better day than today

   To fall means you had to ascend

When?

   When did we ascend?

And when did we fall?

   Take me back to a time

When I had energy

   When I had momentum 

When I was motivated

    But . . . man

That kid was miserable

   His ego pushed him so hard

He suffered

   Self-inflicted wounds

. . . Maybe take me to another day

   Give me something new

Yeah . . . take my to the future

    I think that’ll be better than the present

Or

  Will it be the same?

It will probably be the same, huh?

   I’ll still be me

Just further along

   Alright

Take me away

   To a whole new world

A different planet

   A different universe

Give me a new birth 

   And 

Well . . .

   I guess I am still me wherever and whenever I go . . .

The future

   The past 

The old 

   The new

It’s the same Me

The same you

   Just a slightly different view.

    


CH 2/15/25

 
 
 

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