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the dreams i have of late are old
of struggle in the mystic lost and found
wandring in the place of stories told
confused by what I see by what i'm bound

tired i am of images of loss
bored to death of things that bring me worry
up to here with negative porr talk
sick of feeling that i must be sorry

the time of future days is growing older
the time for final action in my lap
all that i am doing make me bolder
moving far away from me the sap

i think my heart is moving toward kentucky
where all that i am feeling's very lucky