A Slave Wish

Whistling my way into them trenches
Seduced by my wishful hunches
Casually dawdling pass reality
Pass peace, calm and clarity
Everything under the sun had a start
This wild dream owes it's to my heart
Now we're bound, like the moon and stars, and cannot part

This wish has too many branches
All too precarious that I can't swing from any with certainty
Each mirrors my fear of crutches
I drove here in a barrow of curiosity
Now I seek confession from too many churches
Being here has made my being too filthy
Now I stand in the rain of my own making that drenches. ~ Tee2emm

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