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Walkaway
See that vessel back there Just claimed by the storm The whole crew is expired Some had not yet been born There’s no sense parsing gestures Or mincing words this day Times like these, the best you can do Is bundle up and walk away I know you’ve heard the story The news rolls on and on The pulse of irritation Grips you some time around dawn And your fingers are like drumsticks But there is no tune to play Moments like these, you seal up your beat And start to walk away The curtain has been lowering For quite a while by now Generations pass in grief As the eras will allow It all blurs into one façade One miniature shadow play Shows like these, you grab your coat And your ticket stub and walk away I don’t know if I’ll make much sense I’m pretty sure I won’t On the fields of isolation, Some break the fence and some don’t I hope your crop grows sky-high May fertile winds go your way As for the rest of us in the bowl of dust, Let us pack up and walk away.
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