Wishful
Leave the soulless gallop to the horses
Head north to the brightest star in the sky
Restless and hungry for something calming
Lazy rivers and deep forests
There is no story like your own
It reads fast and hard on this day
It's a wishful rant swollen like a stormy sky
It's the music that plays deep into your mind
One lost street lamp stands forever on my street
The road outside my door remains reckless like my feet
Can I get a piece of the American Dream
Can I get a pat on the back when I'm free
Of all this useless clutter I keep inside my head
I need a vanishing act and a new to make up my bed
Wishful and willful is the master living large
Vagabond and defenseless i'm clothed in this fog
Can I get an edge to beat the odds
Can I get a lesson to be who I once was
Wishful.......
Copyright © Jeffrey Bovee | Year Posted 2017
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