Untitled Poem by Robert Wyatt

F*ck being silent

Ill be the voice of the quiet

Scream my lifesong lke im dyin, seen to much cryin,

im tired can barely open my eyelids,

runnin good as a kid, now livin life in sin,

If I could run back flip it twist and hit the switch Id go back...begin...

start over..

burn that 4 leaf clover cuz theres no luck here,

just struggle, pains and fear

I was raised on a diff sides of the tracks, life was good but I made it rough

Chasin them stacks, pushin sacks to busy not knowing when enough was enough...

Stuck in the twilight zone, with no lights on up in the sky with all kites gone...

look up? no stars, look down....damn...to far.

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