Cradles, Blankets And A New Frontier Poem by Daniel Richards

Cradles, Blankets And A New Frontier



I’m finding myself a new frontier,
As the old one, the old one is like a circus
Slowly but surly all but gone,
And I deserve this surly surly now

Ill run away from here
From this old oak town, before
The falling of another deluded dawn,
Life’s slowly but surly gone

Face the life lived with a blue black eye
Cradles and blankets of a birth, born from a lie
So fly myself to my new frontier because
My old life is going going gone

I need to disappear before this frosty dawn
One seen by the many as golden, but within my mind the truths are holding out for more
So I'm heading to my new frontier

We live till we die going going gone
And along the path chosen we stay rooted with tears,
Not me, not here
I’ve found my new frontier

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