High And Low Roads

Strait through the fire

As I break the ice

I'll walk through the Desert

As you take the flights



But now you bow down

As I take the crown

Now you know the sight and sound

Of someone else taking the crown



Now you can look

And what a sight it is to see

Now you can sit and think

Of what it's like to be like me



Now these few thoughts

Aren't a reality

It's just one thing

I wish was a possibility




Author's Notes/Comments: 

  It feels like someone came through and swiped what I had worked so hard for.

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The Other/EB's picture

you rhymed crown with crown (not that there's anything wrong with that cause i do stuff like that all the time, but i just felt like pointing that out) good poem...

Eddie Doyle's picture

dude i was reading and it feelt like thar was somthing mising .... ne way i liked the poem ne way ... oh and fuck em ...were fucking chug a lugin