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#acrostic. #serious. Roaming around, lost in my thoughts. Every time thinking of ones I'd not bought. Level headed do I stay, not following a set path. Instead I wander lost, trying to do the math.
#acorn. I don't know where to go. On the Lonely road ahead. Perhaps I'll find some happiness. Or I'll just end up dead. I've walked a thousand miles. But what's a thousand more.
The old tinker hobbled along His feet bare, his face long Until a tavern he chanced upon By the name of The Thief & Magician 'Room for one?' He asked the maid Her bosom plenty, her face staid 'All...
I don't know where to go. On the Lonely road ahead. Perhaps I'll find some happiness. Or I'll just end up dead. I've walked a thousand miles. But what's a thousand more. I walk this walk this walk.
Packing to move to a new place. A gypsy with sad eyes and a fake smile on my face. Covering my eyes with black lace. For my love can't still follow my heart pace. A gypsy with a tambourine in my hand.
My feet move between realms, a dust-ridden, moss-cloaked path. My feet move me onwards, never backwards, never looking at the past. My eyes search the light, the crisp edge of shadows that glitters.
#movement. Meander moon. Won't you show. Your chosen path. With a ghostly glow. Light the river. A silver vein. Until the daylight. Makes it blue again. Hung in darkness. A velvet frame.
Wandering through the streets of life No plan, no goal, just now. Avoiding the chains of society's strife Nobody to show me how. Conforming to others isn't my thing Dreams that plague my sleep.
Away, away I am going today, away. Away. So far. From all the dreams I dreamed. And the stuff i have in my life. Far from The kids, the home and my pretty little wife.
You sat legs dangling Feet off the road On a hardboard case Counting your toes The things you were sure of They all let you down And who to depend on When you're not around There's an old dirt...
Here comes the wrath of the drunken seaman..... The drunken seaman Comes and goes, have you seen him.
Years ago, there was a little dog which didn't know who he was. He walked through the Forest and the Valley, the City and the Village. He asked all the other dogs, but they couldn't say him who he...
Voices in my head, they keep me awake, I can't get no rest, I turn around, reposition myself on someone's else bed, I don't know her name, or how I end up in this place I wait for the sun to come...