Comprised during my "early years" of drinking, along with and inclusive of 2 years after my Mom died.
Wednesday, 27 June 2012
50. Fate
Fate can only forgive our fate if rust.
To be and to see me is my fate of dust.
Only now can we see;
What we want to be.
1 million miles away;
Away from home......
To be the one ranger slowly melts
My own life of myself sits on the shelf.
In normality...
I can be who I want to be....
1 million miles away;
Away from home......
Away from home,
Is where I want to roam,
And so sings I.....
I don't wanna be subjigated.
I don't wanna be repricated.
All I wanna be is to be Illuminated.
I don't wanna be fulla rust.
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