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Wandering Wolf
Twelventures #4 – Back Road Bike Rides
TANTRUM:
We circle a massive hot sun
A bright ball of gas and fire
A star of light and energy
Aren’t we so very lucky?
They circle an invisible mass
A giant hole of endless black
A monstrous scar on the map
With copious Hidden power
We get warmth while they freeze
The light showers our soil and trees
While they are engrossed in disease
We are lucky, indeed
So Why are they happier than we?
What do they have that we can’t see?
They live in pain and misery
Yet we complain constantly
FREE:
None of this stuff is me
Why am I still not free?
Didn’t I do my best?
But I’m still not free
I gave kindness out like weeds
But I’m still not free
I survived disease
Yet I’m still not free
Mistakes when I was 17
A friend who left bitterly
Thought I’d be good by 23
But at 26, I’m still not free
A person I could never be
A life I could never lead
I’m sorry to the ones I’ll leave
I just can’t be free
On the go continually
Warmth is a masterpiece
No problems, no worry, no greed
So why am I not free?
I don’t live, just daydream
Of freedom like the seas
Like a bird flies with wings
I’m fighting to be free
FAILURE:
Maybe in another life
I’ll do all the things
I can’t do now
Like play guitar
And sing on stage
Be the one
That they all crave
Sell some drugs
Have more fun
Eat what I want
Be an astronaut
All the things they thought
I’d do because I’m smart
High hopes
Never go far
Sorry mom
I’ll make it right
You and your plight
I won’t be a millionaire
But I’ll survive
I’ll live and write
I’ll try and try
I’m still a smart kid
Mom, I’ll make it right
You won’t live on the lake
But you’ll be alright
You’ll be cared for
I’ll live right
I won’t steal
I won’t fight
I won’t get high
Or drink whiskey all night
I won’t have five kids
Then dump them on you
I’m a little crazy
But so are you
Nothing wrong with that
At least we are true
I’m kind and wise
And I do my best
I always do my best
But I follow my chest
That heart of mine
It’s mad and wild
It leads me astray
From time to time
In the end
It always brings me home
Let me go
Let me be
I’m no saint
But I’m free
I’m not rich
I can’t buy you much
Maybe in the next life
I won’t stick to my gut
Because this heart you see
Must always be free
Even reincarnation
Won’t cure my disease
I’ll do my best
I’ll take care of you
But I’ll never be the one
On the evening news
No Nobel prize
No saving lives
I’m a drifter
And I write my truth
My smarts aren’t wasted
Just because I’m broke
This life is too short
And I’m a free soul
Silence before
Silence follows
End of the day
End of a weekend
Madness and mess
Now all that’s left
Is silence
The forecast is gloom
Storms and clouds
Boisterous thunder
And once it ends
Silence again
Silence before
Silence follows
Before there was earth
Before there was life
Before there was light
There was only silence
And when we all die
Perish in fire fights
As the sun burns out bright
Silence will stay behind
Silence before
Silence follows
Sleep comes in quiet
The wake is not in peace
Nightmares of violence
Followed by silence
Called Alpha and omega
A disease and a cure
There’s nothing else to learn
All is silent
Silence before
Silence follows
The history will repeat
Our absence is hollow
There’s no void to be filled
The silence is all
We lived and hated
We’re alive and jaded
When we’ve all but faded
Silence will fall
Silence before
Silence follows
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