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I'm lost
Planning or remembering
I don't remember
And plans are disappointments
Waiting in the wings
Life is what happens
When you're making them
You're home
I can hear your typewriter
Click clacking
You know
One becomes a writer by writing
And so you devote morning to what you know
Aim high
Let go
We'll never know
What we're doing here or when we're gonna die
Time is only wasted trying to know why
To be kind
Truly kind
Is radical
Aim high
Let go
We'll never know
How close we are
To what we love
There's no meaning but the meaning you create
And no end to all the things that you can make
To be kind
Truly kind
Is radical
Watch you laughing while you sleep
Things look funny in your dreams
I'll never know
Where you go
Or what you think
And at night I curl into
The soft animal of you
And fall asleep
Just to dream
Another day
