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From the album "Here"

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No seasons here, just subtle shifts
from day to day, as clouds may want to drift;
one day secretes the next, a week will smear-
out by the month, ’til it’s a year.
Arriving early, one learns to wait
such that one can’t tell it’s getting late.

If I were to leave the walled garden,
would my bones disintegrate, my features harden?

Our visitors don’t mind paying
for the privilege of regressive grown-up playing:
events occuring with a theme
turn their experience into a dream.
The spell of timelessness is cast –
forget how long forever really lasts.

If I were to leave the walled garden,
would my bones disintegrate, my features harden?

What they did at first, they’re doing still,
perpetually as they were, as they will.
Do differently, one won’t even try it,
because all the others would deny it
to negate things that exceed
the constraints that their lives have come to need.

If I were to leave the walled garden,
I’d feel no remorse, and grant no pardon.

© 2015 Steve Fitch
My Music by Me Music (BMI)

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from A Compilation to Be Smuggled by Tourists into North Korea, released March 26, 2016
Music, lyrics and recording © Steve Fitch
Publishing:
My Music by Me Music (BMI)

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