Wed 16 Aug, 2017 23:21:24 EAT
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The news are just bode,
As I'm bowed by the future
Though I can't cite to my sight
For it's better to listen to a chord than hang to a cord.
I need to be bolder just to crack the boulder.
For to be a boarder I'll have to get to the border
Life is about proportion
And metamorphosis not just a process.
All I'm offered is the dew
Yet my dues are to be sorted.
Maybe I'll be dyed by lies when I die
For that's the dyne they dine in.
I'm a ship that needs a draught,
Yeah for my life is just but a draft
Maybe I'll have to see a doc
Before my being is headed to the dock.
I know no the noes,
For I'm just but a modest
Who hopes time will tell
And now safe just a place to be.
© Expired Giant
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