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Jan 2015
Take me for a ride

Somewhere far, where spirits reside
Populated by death, yet lively at this time
A forgotten land where your soul is the guide
No more reason to hide, I see a ghastly fog in high tide
Past lives occupy this land, physical bodies cast aside

I just wanted to be free, a victim less crime
Escaped from reality, my ride booked ahead of time
I drifted from my body, to which i'm no longer assigned
No longer confined, a comfortable frame of mind.
Yet my joy is overshadowed by a shroud of malign influence

I feel emptier than I ever have before,
The spirits seem to implore for their previous rapports
What have I done? What have I left behind?
My entire world dissipated in the blink of an eye
The vitality of my identity of which I said goodbye
I now long for, death ensued my hue and cry

Had I known, I would have never set foot on that ride
Grant Horst
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Grant Horst  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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