I dreamt of my home realized I was ne'er there ne'er reading shelf books ne'er breathing its air. Yet I found a new place where I'd rest my head and I slept there past reason till I was near dead.
I dreamt of a girl but ne'er knew her out there by a lake she wasn't a blur. Still I couldn't touch could only see feel the warmth of her heart like a hearth by me.
When dreaming was done I walked on the edge I've always liked risks but none like the ledge. I do it for the view beyond is a sight to see always something new where you're not s'posed to be.
This one is immensely lyrical and... lo and behold, it could be another country song!
I was playing "Destiny" on my Xbox the other day and got talking to a racist who said he was only kind to me because his cousin likes me. We talked for an hour or so. I'd say it was epic, but the bad taste in my soul is more than an aftertaste. At one point he called me "boy" when I accidentally died. Anyway, he called himself a redneck: he lives that "lifestyle". I suppose a part of myself is responding to two nights ago. Culture is culture, all beautiful in some way.