a DayA Poem by LonelySoulAwake with the smell of fresh coffee, stumbling there after morning pee, oh,where's my cup,over there I see, cold fresh air fully awakens me, a crimson red sunrise for me to see, what lies ahead is a mystery, another step on today's journey, my trail wanders through history, I hunger for more of this fantasy, the heat of the day is just blistery, sweat on my brow makes it hard to see, fruits of my labors,my unknown destiny, scars on my back have set me free, to follow the setting sun into the sea... © 2009 LonelySoul |
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