Tuesday, December 20, 2011

I guess

I guess all the ones who loved me most
said my choices have already been made
my bed is laid out for me to sleep
no tomorrows
no freedom
I say no
my body to become
a wrench in the gears
of the black snake.
2184 miles
buddha smiles
the road is long.
What do I take?
Mainly this burning to awake
let my soul be free
throw it all away
refuse to believe
this is the only way.
On the side of the road
dead or dying
at least for once
I was alive.

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