Following a Folk Song
Written March 31, 2013
In the shadows stood a figure
Taller than the diggers
Picking diamonds in the mines
Don't worry now I will be fine
Said the children to their mothers and wives
With a journey comes a question
Maybe two and many more
Why they never close the door in the floor
On coming back to where they're from
To the tune of the black angel's death song
That was it
I'd had enough
So I packed up all my things
And crossed the bridge on a blind man's bluff
Lie blind man can't you see
If you take the road less traveled
You're less likely to unravel
Some will say what a foolish thing
To go around with all your things
In a velvet knapsack on your back
Walkin' 'round in perfect circles
Just waiting for a heart attack
From the dusty plains of Kansas
To the mining in Peru
And chain link fences lining concrete zoos
Caging in the elephants
On 23rd and 7th avenue
That was it
I'd had enough
So I packed up all my things
And crossed the bridge on a white man's bluff
Lie white man can't you see
If you take the road less traveled
You're less likely to unravel
Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013
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