Wednesday, May 4, 2016

for now (the birds)

one new west night when everything is alright
and i stand alone surveying my life like a future site
the birds fly their last sortee before night
and i dont want to make up but i dont want to fight
the freedom we all feel is fleeting and the great change is coming
they will never let us get away with this
the punks always do the kicking when they're in the street
and i never have to balls to question much
i feel old and out of touch
when i see the way things are
and how they ought nought to be
this story is told but never printed for fear or loathing
 or both Im not sure
its the way it is and the way that it shall be
for now

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