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Sat, Jan. 11th, 2003, 03:39 pm

I love Jackson Browne.

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
and the slow parade of fears without crying,
now I want to understand.

I have done all that I could
to see the evil and the good without hiding.
You must help me if you can.

Doctor my eyes!
Tell me what is wrong.
Was I unwise, to leave them open for so long?

'Cause I have wandered through this world
and as each moment has unfurled
I've been waiting to awaken from this dream.
People go just where they will
I never noticed them until
I got this feeling
that it's later than it seems.

Doctor my eyes!
Tell me what you see.
I hear their cries
just say if it's too late for me.

Doctor my eyes!
I cannot see the sky.
Is this the prize,
for having learned how not to cry?

Sat, Jan. 11th, 2003 04:44 pm (UTC)