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Trapped inside this dark & narrow mind Fra from the outside If I could stand beside myself And see what you see Left alone high upon a shelf Dust collects on things discarded I retreat while the world passes by Scars to justify Am I a fixture in time & place? As our old promises fade Like the paintings we see everyday That hang in decay So the familiar feeds neglect Too plain to perceive My finger points to my demise But three point back at me to my surprise All the same I'm a fixture in time & place As our old promises fade Like the paintings we see everyday That hang in decay So the familiar feeds neglect Red & blue pale to black & white Images live & speak a thousand words In solitude clouds grace the tranquil sky Sense the calm sighing in pain I'm a fixture in time & place As our old promises fade Like the paintings we see everyday That hang in decay So the familiar feeds neglect Simply too plain to perceive Color drains from the scenery When routine courts apathy