Am I headed for the same brick wall? Is there anything I can do about Anything at all? Except go back to that corner in Manhattan And dig deeper, dig deeper this time Down beneath the impossible pain of our history Beneath unknown bones Beneath the bedrock of the mystery Beneath the sewage systems and the PATH train Beneath the cobblestones and the water mains Beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals Beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels Beneath everything I can think of to think about Beneath it all, beneath all get out Beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel Theres a fire just waiting for fuel
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 03:16:56 +0000
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