July 28, 2012

moving over mountains of time

 monkeys in a pen using words for wine
 pigs running free dont they know theyre swine
 me i'm sitting here just taking my share
 thirty tons of metal on a cushion of air
 hobo in the restroom making love to a can
 mamas in the street looking for a man
 me i'm sitting here just jamming to tunes
 easing down the highways through our cities of ruins
 all highways lead to the same ol place
 broken hearts and headache take a look in her face
 round another curve ten two on the wheel
 driving round in circles looking for a hot meal
 i'm moving over mountains of time
 i'm hearing echos of voices in rhyme
 moving past fields and streams
 rivers of life flow to oceans of dreams

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