Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Oh master of nothing
you hold paper in your hand
with a stamp for a hundred grand

They said I'd be a wizard
they said I'd be the one
(but I'm just an old biker
I only know this one song
I am a lonesome poet
lost in the divine moment

This pain is my ecstasy darling
a world you cannot comprehend

leave me by the doorway
leave me with the shadows)

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