I wish I could start over; tell you different things--about me,
about the world I know, that I knew, the world I've seen,
and that I have made.
Rewrite what's been said, fix the story, erase
your memory of it: a forever amnesia,
a rewind, re-record, and playback
sounds just as I want it to be. Sounds just as it was.
Can't remember which world you know: was I good?
am I victim, am I cause? Am I shown on the big screen--are they
laughing? Do they cry?
Which lullaby do you sleep to?
I can't seem to shut my eyes.
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