right here

the scrambled puzzle pieces were right there

each complete in itself yet waiting for a fix

be it a cocaine shot, a whiskey or a kiss

apart a part, together a whole

need a bigger view to see

the perspective wide, in remembrance of the oak tree

the seeds of which were planted a long time ago

while i sat there with my marshall and listened to the swan song

the voice was of a hypocrite

the lyrics were by a scoundrel

the music by a person scorned

it starred a lover named liar

the video had killed the radio star

the truth was lost in transmission

while we were travellers in transition

destination unknown

lost in our time zones

pretending like we don’t care

while the truth was unscarred and unscathed: right here ;

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