Wednesday, December 02, 2009

From the road

Thinking about what he had done in the train
He wondered if it wasn't all in vain
Spread your arms like wings
And look at what it brings
No more friends to call
No life to cry on
Without a name, he no longer felt any guilt
If you don't play, you can't loose
But if you ignore the rules
Nobody will know when it's your day
Without a time to shine
Or another to call mine
When he realised what disease he had become
he looked at himself in the mirror
and he was pleased to realise where once stood a man
there was now an empty seat and nobody to blame

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