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Any consciousness calling to me Don’t push too far
Stall out your car
Burn and choke
A fallen star
Puff of smoke
Is all we are
Take back the hesitation
Diversion comes too late
Drop all the information
It’s only second rate
Want to be where the four winds meet
And the sun doesn’t set anywhere
One, two, three, though I can’t retreat
When there’s too much left in the air
Time may block
Sight of the star
Equinox
Tells where we are
Misguided dedication
Passed judgement much too late
Massaged the information
To try and twist our fate