In the Middle of the Atlantic and
Pacific
Fulfillment
Not a word or sound was heard
Consequences arose through the cloudy pacific morning
Accompanied by strangers on their way
And the music continued to sing
It was just another cloudy day
Sun was protruding through the winter trees
The road through the garden state bared a sky
Pitching itself sequentially
Traveling next to the Atlantic
With only the Pacific in mind
Those trees I saw straight through them
As the cloud rolled through the circle of time
The changing sky happened so fast
As changing times will never be first
They will always remain
Opaquely last
And through those trees I saw
How naked we stand
Now I am sitting here
With a story written in these days
Where it all started
Was the American craze
(An I for a T)
Pacific
Fulfillment
Not a word or sound was heard
Consequences arose through the cloudy pacific morning
Accompanied by strangers on their way
And the music continued to sing
It was just another cloudy day
Sun was protruding through the winter trees
The road through the garden state bared a sky
Pitching itself sequentially
Traveling next to the Atlantic
With only the Pacific in mind
Those trees I saw straight through them
As the cloud rolled through the circle of time
The changing sky happened so fast
As changing times will never be first
They will always remain
Opaquely last
And through those trees I saw
How naked we stand
Now I am sitting here
With a story written in these days
Where it all started
Was the American craze
(An I for a T)
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