Miles from no where

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sometimes I feel like a motherless child running wild in the breaze at times I think there is more to life a slash of tonic a hint of spice another chance at which to roll the dice yet in the gloom
in doom take some time out to clean my roon a spash of perfume yet I'm here left alone miles from no where I shed a single tear to numb the inner pain left with the one guitar string that I have
learned to play on deep in the dark corridor of my inner mind sublime a vast array of oceanic sounds come alive look at the Albatross flying in mid air without a care learn to think for yourself as
the sweet manifestation of love permeates in your gate we all look for something in life yet what ? miles from no where in the setting sun



words can't express the true meaning of our conquest all of life is one big test I must confess barrowed basement pews the tunes of Huey Lewis & The News somedays got me singing the blues whispers
in the corridor of my mind fancy suits and wine I resign yet to what ?

Submitted: October 03, 2017

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sometimes I feel like a motherless child

running wild in the breaze

at times I think there is more to life

a slash of tonic a hint of spice

another chance at which to roll the dice

yet in the gloom in doom

take some time out to clean my roon

a spash of perfume

yet I'm here left alone miles from no where

I shed a single tear to numb the inner pain

left with the one guitar string that I have learned to play on

deep in the dark corridor of my inner mind

sublime

a vast array of oceanic sounds come alive

look at the Albatross flying in mid air without a care

learn to think for yourself as the sweet manifestation of love permeates in your gate

we all look for something in life yet what ?

miles from no where

in the setting sun

?

words can't express the true meaning of our conquest

all of life is one big test I must confess

barrowed basement pews

the tunes of Huey Lewis & The News

somedays got me singing the blues

whispers in the corridor of my mind

fancy suits and wine

I resign yet to what ?


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