Colin Andersen

If you are lonely
imagine the white horse
vanishing in a black night
think of emptiness
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Addicted

I used to be
to many things
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At times life looks
like a small black hole

offering no feedback
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I'm accused of a million things

I'm accused of
creating noise
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There's a bend
in the road ahead

cars and passersby
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In the silence of the night
I keep calling you
night after night
you say after a few rings
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The pages turn
and the world moves
I see you walk away
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The forces of nature behave
strangely, at times
and everything looks like a nightmare
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Is there a time
for everything?
If so I never saw
the right ones -
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