Monday, June 11, 2012


Life tries to pull me back
Tries to drag me down in
To that which I’ve recently
Escaped painting pretty
Pictures with withered paint
Ain’t nothin’ I can relate
To I’ve shed that skin &
I’m walkin’ on two feet
Like a real human being
Breathin’ the air of freedom
One last time before I go
Exhalin’ pollutants of the
Past the fantasies of some
One else weren’t never
Mine now I got the time
& money never mattered
At all long as I had it


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