Den of the Cyphered Wolf

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Solitude Blues

The days of I am are over
let others worry on that
I just want to be

Time for me to walk fields of clover
I've stopped caring about my hat
'Cause long ago I've learned no one sees me

My mind aint ever been more sober
Done opening up the latch
Alone in my thoughts I've just found the key

Look we all got a number
Aint we all just a bunch of rats
But that don't mean there's no glee

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