Dedicated to Contagious Words
The chips are down, the match is struck,
We leave blissful life in a dusty truck.
Where am I going and what will I be,
The future holds secret and it won't betray its deeds.
When I look to to my past I see stories and dreams,
But I look to the future, see nothing but seams,
Stitches the bind us together(it seems).
If I dare to make symbols that fit in a box,
Says the lonely young hipster with not but old words,
I would tie us to the trees,
As their roots give them strength,
And their branches their beauty.
Their irresistible tendency to induce rambling,
To the victim of its audacious psychological gambling.
I believe this was supposed to rhyme,
Though I guess my words just didn't leave the time.
Bare feet slap wet sand,
Those feet and sand go hand in hand.
Skipping in the memories of sunny shore,
You know the ones,the ones that dance inside your head,
The ones that lead you through that mysterious wardrobe door.
You know the ones.
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