o come all you sinners
with guilt fit to burst
lets go down to the river
and see who is the worst
let us stand up and testify
and write a message across the sky
about all our evil schemes and tricks
and how we wanted to get our kicks
kicks, man, that's all there is
not fame or money or show biz
or christmas dinner or apple pie
or scratching your head and wondering why
we're riding through the endless night
not even putting up a fight
tossing here a nickel and there a dime
in the tin cup of borrowed time
slow
i was not wild and free
i was never meant to be
and walked silent on the earth
to death from birth
my fellow humans stopped to look
as my weary steps i took
for the very mark of cain
on my face was written plain
but when i turned around
no trace of me was found
on the earth's unyielding crust
i left no footprints in the dust
i took it slow
for where was there to go?
i looked up at the gray sky
and it said goodbye
musings
why does a dictionary weigh ten pounds?
because humans are filled with a million sounds
they twist them and stretch them and play the game
but in the end they all sound the same
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