hard as a chisel, a fool inside
hard as a chisel, a fool inside
music, memories
being packed away
like yesterday’s news
it’s contrary to my nature
to be so forthcoming
pieces of two lives, more
the hunter marks the trail
twelve to a pack and loaded for bears
wipe away tomorrow’s tears
a sunny spring day to walk on mother earth
an extra thumb in somebody else’s book
lost again for the third or forth time today
led on by the lies the senses tell you
next you’ll be telling me
i’m making all this up
well someone has too
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