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low tide in serotonin bay
Join Date: Jul 2013
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It seems as though I’ve said it all and I’m irked, what’s left to say?
I been playing my old tapes, finding refuge in the words of yesterday Walking paths previously paved instead of breaking new ground So scared of the unknown I tuck myself into the comfort of familiar sights and sounds Inspiration used to be in the wind...the life, the love, and the scars Used to hold onto my reserve of bright ideas like lightning bugs in a jar Now I’m disassociated, disenchanted with this ever fleeting planet Knowing that no matter what I say that one day my legacy will vanish My parched mouth begs for waterspouts, some way out of this drought This music I used to vibe to, that kept me alive sounds different than when I started out The ideas have run out, the well has never looked more dry I feel like my pen has run it’s course...won’t be nothing forced about this goodbye |
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