Cold nights and blank pages
I came a long way with strangers
but I guess we're all in it
for the long haul now
together
Loves lost
in listless and uninspired lives
wrapped up in our own beings
are we freeing ourselves?
or fleeing ourselves?
forgive me
this wild dog
with wet paws
and eyes crusted over with
flour and tears
I can't focus
and yeah, I've a few beers
but in my 23 years
I have never been privvy
to a secret like this
but what is it?
what could I be holding
slack-jawed and unknowing
just given one glimpse at old glories
gone wrong
carried out in the streets
and burning like ancient Colours
in the tear-gas afternoon
Cold nights and blank pages
I came a long way with strangers
but I guess we're all in it
for the long haul now
together
