I've been down that tune
that competition sings
All the accolades to garner
material, useless things
I'll prefer to wander
the hills and all the streams
No one, no where to fight
a life, truth and freedom bring
The drawing of the poison
may take more than days and years
Heeding the dire warnings
abandoning all my doubts and fears
I can say I've done the deed
won, even through the pain
Feelings lost, nerves long burned
losses that
remain
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
I've been down that tune
that competition sings
All the accolades to garner
material, useless things
I'll prefer to wander
the hills and all the streams
No one, no where to fight
a life, truth and freedom bring
The drawing of the poison
may take more than days and years
Heeding the dire warnings
abandoning all my doubts and fears
I can say I've done the deed
won, even through the pain
Feelings lost, nerves long burned
losses that
remain
;D
I was raised the middle son of three
we fought over nothing real
after all, it's just Risk
and Monopoly
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