Tuesday, June 13, 2017


look around
same old town
all my tall hopes
sliding down
they'd bury me
if they had the chance

I change my old
point of view
try to see it
as brand new
but it's still the same
old song and dance

          I'm frozen inside
          this roller coaster ride
          hands stiff on the rail
         with a hellhound on my trail

I drink the wine
I take the pills
that's all I have
to cure what's ill
I believe 
I've met my match

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