Welcome to the very core,
It might get a little warm.
I've been sitting here, quite like you,
Just waiting for a storm.

It hurts when nothing happens
And day by days they flash.
All these images of nothing,
That remind us of our past.

The sky's still scorching rainbow red,
The ground is belching fumes.
Though I've images of pastures, groves,
Where tulips and roses bloomed.

The walls are portraits of our mind,
Illusions unto space.
We construct our own confines,
Our rules become our waste.

Welcome and goodbye, my friend.
I'm just the thoughts of yesterday.
Those that death would rather have
Piled in your ashtray.

I must be gone, 'tis far to long
Without my other side.
So sing your thoughts, so genuine.
I'd be much obliged.

Take these thoughts and breed the new,
Subconsciously implied.
I'm just the graveyard walker, showing you
That everybody dies.
 
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