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Frosty da snowman

Bluelighter
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Mar 12, 2002
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San Diego Ca
3:am’s sitting on my chest like a nightmare
black Spanish pirate flags waving in some fogged distance
and the silky seductive sound of the hour glass running down

home seems like an empty shell
the forgotten wasteland of memory
the halls I wander like a stranger
the bed a thief’s trophy
the walls, canvas obsolete

I walk and drive these streets
avenues of the wounded
marked by bums, vets, and the lost
road maps of stolen glances in the mirrors
the catalog of faces

the music I owned flat
the movies pale
the games dull

leaving home a stranger
entering a new land a stranger still
the days of me surrendered
 
Lovely put reminds me of leaving the nest and moving on to life and home becomes a stranger. An ending era and learning to adjust.... great stuff......... got me thinking :)
 
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