Wayward Son
By mjhagaman
I'm thinking of a distant way How many time I've thought of you Grotesque thoughts of my life I'm now a useless piece of clay She said that Rimbaud would come for me By the light of moon in the woods My fire has ashed, my dreams are dead Release me from my cage, make me free On and on, Forever it goes I need something to live for I am afraid of not knowing I wish I would have taken a different road Written November 9th, 2001 © on Nov 09 2001 01:57 AM PST 0 • 1
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"I'm thinking of a distant way..."