Orangish hue I carry you
over my fixed shoulder I lug-
your ample weight speaks of fate
I long to run but must walk.
over my fixed shoulder I lug-
your ample weight speaks of fate
I long to run but must walk.
What more can be fit
in dulled wit
I’d gamble for more hours in a day
but alas I’m struck, out of luck
and wonder how I became this way.
I’d gamble for more hours in a day
but alas I’m struck, out of luck
and wonder how I became this way.
Count the pounds,
lost once found
I long to beat this beastly ghast;
the solution is absolution
acknowledging this moment will not last.
I long to beat this beastly ghast;
the solution is absolution
acknowledging this moment will not last.
So it is, day by day,
I seek out a new way
and shed myself along the path.
and shed myself along the path.
-
MR,
10/10/11
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