A BOHEMIAN IN SUBURBIA
Alone.it's nite
the time is rite
alone i sit
i think
i ramble,i wander
i walk the alleys,secure the box that brings only death.
but gradual death.it is not felt
till cough and stench alone reveal the awful truth
i live ,alone. a wanderer,a midnite spirit who walks the
alleys of this town
i drink. i feel the spirits come upon me and i wish,but...
wishes are mere dreams and i am but a gypsy who has sprouted
roots,these roots are in Suburbia,a town that in i dwell.
A BOHEMIAN IN SUBURBIA (PART2)
rains fall
times end
we call
messages send
everything meaningless
nothing makes sense
i call for reason
it has been spent
free me from this void,please
i fall down upon my knees
and still...no solice comes
the quiet town around me speaks in so many ways
that daylite people never will.
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BUT LIFE GOES ON
