Billy Lakeside
guitar in your arms
taken to heart
troubadour tempest of free form poetics
playing your part
talk in your sleep
dreams come untrue
mastering mystery-charm for the masses
acting on cue
mistrust in your eyes
callers on hold
awaiting without a clue at the reason
centuries old
guitar in your arms
turn and depart
maverick songs in the voice of a martyr
playing your part
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