new dirt.   old dirt.   real dirt.   fake dirt.

I took the card out of the deck.

So I didn't have to stop.

The game didn't have to end.

So if you play by the rules,

It can’t.                                    It wont.

The game doesn't end if you want to stop playing.

The game isn't over because it's not a game anymore.

Delusion is a funny thing

When it comes to “reality”

It gets harder                       and harder

when you’re walking down some roads,

to tell if you recognize the same hole,

Or bush    Or rock    Or tree    Or dog    Or crack

I don't believe this is true

In some sense of the world,

This world.    Our world.    Their world.

Part of me doesn't care,

   Because it doesn't matter.         Because I have a card.

I'll probably put it under the refrigerator,

Or slip it behind the couch when no one is looking.

It's easy to forget where you put something when you know.

You put it in a special place.

I've seen them go back there.

They made me leave when I tried to show you.

So I know, it is special. I must forget.

Next time you talk to me I wouldn't mind if you just did, 

or said whatever you wanted.

I would appreciate it.

Within reason

Just    

If you move the card.

Make sure you put it somewhere you’ll forget.

So I can remember for you.