Maybe
I’ve said too much
Thought too much
Pulled too much from
The stream up above
These are all of our thoughts
I’m plucking these words
Like fruit from the vine
Sifting and sifting
Keep wondering what is mine
Is this the Apple of Eden
In my hand
Shall I take just one bite
And see where my soul
Can land
Is this the apple handed
From the hooded witch
Am I so kind
I’ll let my death be her wish
Maybe I’ve found out too much
This simulation is showing
Signs of bugs
It’s a Pearl Jam album
Keeps repeating memories
In my head
Who is the one who can
Come in and change your mind
From none to one
Is it this apple in my hand
That will wipe the innocence
Of man or is it the apple in my
Hand that was gifted by a friend
Maybe I’ve said too much and
Now it’s time to sleep
Floating — floating
This is my sweet release
An Evanescence song
Wake me up inside
Surrender to the night sky
With this moon beam
I have found my alive
Surrender this to the night time
Dreamscapes answer as I close my eyes
11:10 pm
March 31st 2022
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