Indianapolis Is Burning
The sky is red
The fog is thick
My body buzzes
My mind is sick
Too late to tell
If this is all a dream
I'm constantly grinding
Inside the machine
I'm spinning a web
To catch all my hopes
I'm getting closer
To the end of my rope
No solace found
In this sea of distress
What can I do
To clean up this mess?
Copyright © Adam Piper | Year Posted 2006
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