Kimberley Myles

Where I’ll end up I don’t know
No specific destination
On the trail of ideation
Feeding some new thought sensation
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Sleep, now, sweet child
Your dreams are near
You are my forever love
My caress will lay to rest your fears
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I am a new –age slave
A slave!
Tired slave
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It must be nice to follow fall
Rest, my babies, rest
To blanch the landscape, trees and all
Rest, my babies, rest
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No matter what I do
No matter where I go
Right in the mix
I always find
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Time
Spilled
Laying to waste
The past
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But for the Child

Who must cross the raging sea
Of trial and terror and tribulation
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Well why not be free
As soon as I see
The atrocity
Starts inside of me
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Lost in the clock’s
Pendulum tocks
Foreboding the end of the day
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I see something odd
A snapshot that I caught
Odd they’d pay a penny
For a picture of my thought
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Query me of woe and worry
Of sodden grief and silent fury

Sadly beyond medicinal cure
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Jodie, is that you?
I thought you’d left me for good.
It’s been a long time
Since you were in the neighborhood
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Don’t be afraid
Let the wind touch your face
And be free
Be patient
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I can’t say what’s happened
To my dancing feet
Worth treasures beyond measure
They’ve gone tired and worn
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I’m bound
Off to the races
Can’t take names
Remember faces
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