Tuesday, May 13, 2014

2.1106 : 5/13/08 : Route 2

Route 2 left at the crossroad
Follow the crick to the pond at the end
It’s been way more than ten years
Since I’ve been around that bend
I remember the north star from the field
I remember the northern lights
I remember the dreaming of endless vice
oh so many seemingly endless nights
inscribed in a thousand pages
And the more things change the more they stay the same
is about all I’ve dragged across the ages


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