Little square life with a toothpick flag
Whose ambition was this toe tag
Voices from the fountain can’t tell me
And the river don’t have the key
Wisdom brings an audience of fools
Broken genius just a yoke of rules
Whose life is running from the dark
A run-on life with exclamation mark
This banshee from the debris
Yells my name like it knows me
The tender footed feeling every stone
The tender hearted feeling all alone
Van Gogh’s ear in a jar on the shelf
Says I need a hobby like cutting myself
I want to cut my shadow free
And let it run back into the night
But, this banshee from the debris
Yells my name, like it knows me
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- Musical Musings by LimelightLiason.
1150 points, ended April 11, 2008, 8 entries
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