I'm stuck in this dream it's changing me I am becoming
the me that you know he had some second thoughts
he's covered with scabs and he is broken and sore
the me that you know doesn't come around much
that part of me isn't here anymore
all pain disappears it's the nature of my circuitry
drowns out all I hear there's no escape from this my new consciousness
the me that you know used to have feelings
but the blood has stopped pumping and he's left to decay
the me that you know is now made up of wires
and even when I'm right with you I'm so far away
Ah so you to are confounded by the expiration date of things. Leaps and circles, frogs and dregs, things always repeat themself, over and over and
over, if it were not for the expiration dates why things just may be going on forever. Truly a scary thought no? It took Phil Colins some years to
feel it in the air after the fact, and after it was in the air for years and years, long before its actual expiration date did he fell it in the air.
I heard tell that song was about his ex wife, "I know what you did, so you can wipe off that grin, its all been a pack of lies" again another
expiration date set in stone, a milestone no doubt one he neglected to look at long after the fact. Have you wondered of the complexities of the
expiration date? Everything has an expiration date, even words, for all you know the words I am using now may be expired, yet to somebody somewhere
that may not be the case, just like somebody somewhere may still get a kick out of the threads which compelled you to fell the way you do about this
thread.