I don’t much about anything
The price of reason the cost of the theme
I don’t know what to believe
Faithful and pure
The words that endure
Time is timeless
Every second there’s more
Are you sure it was a dream
I don’t know much about mysteries
The moment you capture the shadows and breeze
I still don’t know what to believe
I don’t know what to believe anymore
What really matters is what we’re living for
Are you sure it wasn’t the sky
I don’t know any other reason not to try
The night is reaching out to capture your dreams
I still don’t know what to believe
©10/14/15 Bruce Clifford
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