I used to write parables in clause
now I rewrite melodies for which my ageless soul knows of
from crossing forks in fateless roads
to redefining ancient roles
“Just pay the toll” and keep on going
mastering the minutes left between the open road
And foolish sin
thinking I might have caught the flow again
with hearts intent so badly blinded
I look to the earth as you see only sky
maybe the facts lie in all air signs yet my roots resemble reasoning emptying a tired mind
Survivor of the sleepless nights
here’s to bum luck and fist fights



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