Monday, August 20, 2018

I was walking home


I was walking home
in the blistering sun
thinking 'bout all
that needed to be done
there were orders and borders
and misery hoarders
but I was not to be found
everywhere they looked for me
every time they turned around
I was gone
I was free
ain't no one
could capture me
and all I was doing was being alone
I was walking
I was walking home


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