NikMorgan ...

In states of inertia
There are no bodily ties
Picturing wonder
Behind closed eyes
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They talk
We listen
We learn
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For the sake of the rhyme
The reason was lost
Irreverent doggerel
Was the only riposte
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Darkness spreads
From lost horizons
All consuming
Taking
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Has anyone seen my friend
I haven’t seen him around
I’ve called and I’ve looked
My friend just won’t be found
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Time bides at the old-school
Old-school boys are top of their class
Living at the house of better
Superiority complexes are born and bred
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Hasslers for Jesus
Banging on my door
“We’ve come to show you the light”
“To save you from your self”
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It’s all non applicable
It means nothing to me
They want my compliance
I want to think I’m free
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The wait
Drags me down
Thought of the day
Is can’t be bothered
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You and me
Rebels without a clue
We see hurt and harm
But know not what to do
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Can you see the wonder
Of the writing on the wall
Is it the majesty of art?
Or a mindless vandals scrawl?
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Everybody has secrets
Always something to hide
Once the truth outs
You can’t turn back the tide
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Tick Toc
Biological clock
Why has she waited so long?
Life’s a collage of moments
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Suffer in silence
It’s what Jesus expects
Waste away slowly
As a mark of respect
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If looks could kill
I’d be a long time dead
Comfortable means not trying to impress
I’ve never wanted to be a contender
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It’s always the same
The rituals of weekend
Passing time on Sunday pastimes
Peeling potatoes
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I hold no delusions of career
I am living on my ceiling
Hanging tough
Waiting
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She’s living her mid-life crisis
Age is calling her name
Nothing is like it used to be
Gravity is all to blame
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In a maze of smoke and mirrors
I anaesthetized my mind
Asking narcotic questions
A seeker to find
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Seven ships
Wait in line
Statues in situ
Prisoners of the tides decline
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