The courner meets at three
stale cigarette smoke on my bedsheets
what a quiet riot.
and religion is a lullaby
the birth the life then death.
life is a song.
say highway lights shine
in mysterious patterns bragging
about their part as god.
we all pass by
and roll our windows up.
just to block out
the night sky.
The sky is a song
floating on all our tongues
spoken about
then it is all rehersed
and played again.
be a song.
be more of a melody
be more of a harmony.
Be more of a song.
7:49 am - 10.05.03
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