My highway is blocked up
I can't even get ******
and here I am inside
writing on my own
Like a march hare on ****
I want to bust my records
but it's causing a poetic traffic jam
I just can't collate all my writes
It's a poetic traffic jam
a all out sham
and if it goes to my will
all will soon understand
The march to heaven is hard and long
but the light I see will never be gone
I mean to bring back the glory
the glory of her and my being
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
My highway is blocked up
I can't even get ******
and here I am inside
writing on my own
Like a march hare on ****
I want to bust my records
but it's causing a poetic traffic jam
I just can't collate all my writes
It's a poetic traffic jam
a all out sham
and if it goes to my will
all will soon understand
The march to heaven is hard and long
but the light I see will never be gone
I mean to bring back the glory
the glory of her and my being
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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