Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Piranha In Blue Jeans

Playing and praying,
pulling from wreckage I can see the smoke.
Clearing and coughing,
I will spill out of the jar causing the fall.
Something I hope to never let go.
I breath. I woke. The rebirth and reborn.

So cloudy and dark, no way to break out,
I must have been gone for far to long.

Please exit here, 96 is the way to go.
I'm making mistakes, I've fallen asleep.
Only miles away from safety, but sadly cut short.
Out of my lane, and out of control,
I see the sirens, hearing the lights,
I have died. I've been buried.
I'll keep you with all the kicking and screaming.
I am alive.

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