Saturday, November 15, 2014

One Long Demise

The old teeter-totter, abandoned
and he changed for all the wrong
reasons, even in new seasons
One remains stagnant
You cannot wake the blinded
they are just dreaming fine
It's coming, it's weird
like a reminder -
the conductor calls
each stop, and as I
inch closer to arrival
comfort and thrill,
settle within
A well greased machine, but
with cogs rusted internally
I won't be able to continue
very much longer to a 
vehicle that refuses to
put it's headlights on
The dark highway to
"Sedated Hell"
I may be your passenger
but have jumped many a 
ship

Soul seeker synch, when -
soon

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