as i prepare for the flight
my eyes are closed to hide the night
waiting waiting for the light
to finally show the way

the fun is all in the chase
to someway somehow find my place
but finding never could replace
the pleasure of the daily play

the journey is my happiness
it is the quest i must confess
the hunt is all that i possess
killing time can make my day

my world's a wasted wilderness
a dozen homes with no address
the time that paid no interest
and a score of jobs that didn't pay

my lot has been and endless search
the work the women and the church
has left my soul no place to perch
and i have nothing left to say.

07/25/2011

Author's Note: I probably should have left this one unsaid.

Posted on 07/25/2011
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