I am not sure of the speed I’m going
But I feel that I might be slowing
Down down down
With the distance between us
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Sitting in my closet furnished by tears in wears
pulled-out hairs
tears on wears
Now you want me to say More?
...
Old country sun
Watch the horses run
Frolicsome actions
Mimicked by the recoil of grasses
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Down-Played Memories
I am not sure of the speed I’m going
But I feel that I might be slowing
Down down down
With the distance between us
It is not that it’s all so tempting
As it is my life is pending
Upon each vital vowel you sounded through the years
But only in my minds ears
And all so often It echoes your
Sound sound sound
Your fame never hit the dust
In this I hope you trust
But your light beams fade daily with the setting of the sun
For this I wonder why it is she left
But is no mystery how I kept
Her in my mind’s eye so long
The rush of the morning’s shore
Would bring her yet closer
And we met where we learned to live and play
Now I stray from these endearing memories in my head
Where I’m dead for all the world has embed
It’s honeysuckle wisdom, poison to the frown
It’s not as though I want to
But that is how I feel I’m going
Down down down