Blurred Pastures
Pull yourself up from the mud
Its clogging the lines between
Dreams and reality
Our spirit has started to flood
The third eye's been blinded
The future pleads to fall behind me
There's plenty of pleasure
Waiting on the other side of the pasture
I'll find that laughter
I've been after
Find that smile
That's been tryin to hide
Copyright © Keith Gulledge | Year Posted 2016
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