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Roads Well Traveled


A road well traveled 

Dirty and grey

Equipped with signs

of movie cliche

Jamming bullets in

Never cocking the gun

Pull my hair back

I've nothing to say

 

But I know I can't stay

 

My mind it wanders

Past these streets

To other places

City beats

Welcoming strangers 

To share the heat

There's nothing to say

I need to leave

 

Another dry heave

 

I'm a traveller

In heart and mind

No watch to care

For keeping time

Just let me climb 

Out of this tank 

And into the sea

Where I can be me

And free to be 

Far away

From reality

Where skies are blue

And grasses green

Not dull grey

Like this city street

 

But what will I reach

 

I lost my map

Years ago

Driving through 

A desert snow

Shadows formed 

By the Sun's glow

Trying to escape

The streets I know

 

I need to go

 

I've lost my mind

I've been running

Out of time

Leaving home 

Is not a crime

I'm just trying to think

Please let me breathe 

I need some sleep

I've needed a rest

From this city street

There's much more to know

 

Am I ready to go

 

I'm a traveler 

In heart and mind

No watch to care

For keeping time

Just let me climb 

Out of this tank

And into the sea

Where I can be me

And free to be

Far away 

From reality

Where skies are blue

And grasses green

Not dull grey

Like this city street

 

Can I face defeat

 

Now that I am thinking 

I can see

And if I see

That I can leave

Then I will leave

Then I can go

And then I'll know

That I can be 

Who I am

Like me for me

And then you too

Will also see

That we are great

When we are we

 

Phenomenally

 

I am a traveler 

In heart and mind

No watch to care

For keeping time

Just let me climb

Out of this tank

And into the sea

Where I can be me 

And free to be

Far away 

From reality

Where skies are blue

And grasses green

Not dull grey

Like this city street

 

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