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Shall I call upon myself?

Just once more,

To open the door?





Gray haze of birthday days

Leave me lying with memory

Thumb stuck out high

While passers by

Looked upon me with disdain

I stood in the rain

Humming to myself

~"Thought about, leaving but

I couldn't get a ride outta town"~





This boy lost highways traveled

Dreams come unraveled

Yet the man still stands

And wonders

~How I never, got the burn,

and if I'm ever, gunna learn,

how lonely people make a life,

one strand at a time...and still shine~





Twenty still plays

Inside my head

I wake to find

These days

that

I'm not dead

And the band...plays on