Beginning of the End
It’s starting to get cold here
Chill condition one
It’s chilly playing football
Outside in the daytime sun
Laying in my rack
Surrounded by horizontal bars
Seems like I am trapped
For the real world that isn’t far
I see the sailors walk
Into freedom in Chicago
Which is in all our dreams and talk,
But when me and my boys get there
To the Windy City, no less
Seeing the sites, and walking the walks
Having a blast, yup you guessed!
But until that day gets here
All we can do is dream
And visualize the road ahead
Or the future of which they speak
Copyright © Andrew Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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