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seventeen years of a home where ever I steer
a wander addict can't quit â the people that risk
it's a bond in a bail out
we're carving a new route
through an old parched path - we're cutting swath
through a jungle of shit
we sit silent and alone
in the green grass dichotomy
elated and unknown
in the thankless debt of false autonomy
an unseen reason â recognition or subtle treason
the warm abuse or some excuse to keep ourselves unbound
the sake of art / the song of farce
a whispered echo when we're gone
the instrument of sage descent
and all the deaf ears it falls onâ¦
we sit silent and alone
in the green screen dichotomy
elated and unknown
in the thankless debt of false autonomy
what about love?
that's one hell of a weapon
seventeen years in the murk of the ether
what's to show what can we sow
from the strain of sound?
what about love?
that's one hell of a weapon
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