Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Mostly Insignificant

Born on the full moon,
The summer of eighty-eight;
Being a baby is always easy,
No value no worth:
His mother even leaves, see. Now
Just keep pounding the street,
He lives on his feet
Living for his soul
His heart, trying to make ends meet;
And he can play around,
But he knows where it lies,
Study the man but you wont find the ties;
A free man, no body,
He lives and he dies.

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