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How to Tame a Cannonball
The fool in the window has followed
His greatest idea of all
To land in the wasteland
While he slowly deteriorates
In panic he's indulgent
Relying on a small reserve
His patience stays, for now
Waiting for something to happen
He's still drifting
In a whole new town
Where nobody knows him or his faults
And where he thought he had a chance
It begins with doubt
He thought that it might
He feels good, but wonders
What there is to feel good about
This is only stasis
And he only has to last
And learn a bit along the way
On how he is to survive
The last of the dinosaurs
Like something of fabled tale
But nobody's bothered to keep track
Or ask him anything that matters
His fortune spoke
And told him to run
For all it was worth
Without a turn to his heart
He wasn't scared
He questions why
His nature speaks
And begs him to reconsider
But the younger side
That's just begun it's life
Urges on his bravery
And allows him to adjust
Some things new, habits of old
Stupid little quirks
What to deny
And what to accept as charming
He misses home
His sheltered place
And his old ways
And his old flame
But they're distant and hold him back
From something so monumental
And his actions here
Are for a better way of seeing
And if it kills him,
Which it may
He'll find some kind of success
Or some sad reason to be happy.
