Monday, 5 November 2012

Wayward Stranger

Harshly, you hit the road’s tide
Souvenirs, in your eyes
Wayward stranger with crooked teeth,
Send all your keepers home
And play by the colours old.
Time will run its course with you
Bruise you, burn you
And make you new.
So send all your kingdoms home
The grace never leaves us all.
And don’t go walking
With the same old ruse
Don’t you know I was
Never made for two?

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