So am I lost?
only in the strictest of sense
if one lives in the past or future tense
when a little boy became lost from sight,
a scared man would hide from the darkness
waiting for the dawn to bring back the light
so that he could run and run and run -
across the desert of the stillness
across the desert of the stillness
chasing after all the ghosts and the voices
that now bring us together here
that now bring us together here
where I see the same fear
sitting alone in harrow - upon the barstool chairs
turning over the empty shot glasses – don’t
get near!
Oh my, how the night freaks love to compare!
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