The road is unaware of the numbers in your postcode Doesnt care what youve achieved, seen, or done Next in line, Heir to throne, Or the nations favourite son. The road will not come to you in visions in the darkness, Or send messages from above, Therell be no warning of the journey on the road that lies ahead Or alarm calls to summon you from the depths of your bed. Angels will not fall with dreams cradled in their wings Choirs will not assemble, Or mass serenade, Or sing. When the road comes calling It will find you when alone Planets will not align To lead you to the zone Of contemplative thinking Where you talk and do nothing more. The road does not keep tally The streets do not keep scores Prizes wont be awarded Medals wont be won Call me darkness the lord of lights First born, Jemimas son Vietnam-raised Now residing in the east Subject of the city Im the prophet of the beast Who knows that who dares wins is a motto, nothing less Carpe Diem Size the day Count the minutes Use one less. The road is selfish and the road can be hard The road can be long The road can be far The road will mean struggle The road will leave scars The road requires wisdom The road requires truth The road will never care about the fire in the booth You can pause where you want But youll never raise the roof Until you take time to contemplate The seriousness of the truth How can you appreciate happiness If you know not what sadness is. Bout the beauty of the moment In the preludes to a kiss The anticipation of thought Between conception and truth My lips are loose
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 05:43:47 +0000
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