Birthday Roads Are Rocky Road
Maybe head west, to seperate the best
Go as far as dust travels less
By wind nor rain will my ambition stop
But behold! Naive Voyager... God will end your clock
I might thumb to south flagging down cars
Engaging with lonely strangers discussing Mars
Red Dust be swirled and tangled free
On this Earth, keep my running repetitiously
To divide my best, Hear my guns roar
Lying with Tigers uneven stripes, "what's the score?"
Of black or white, orange dots
Passing by on a camoflauge block
Sometimes when I'm just walking
My biggest illusions are failure stalking
Me like a prey or like a prayer
Back to those dusty lions in thier lairs
But he who can leave will re-establish
A shrine that may resembleth two tablets
Just to break commandments, Oh here we go!
A quasi Chrisitan/Atheist.. that's just so two weeks old!
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