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The Last Ride

Packing the bags, filling the tank
One last ride, though the map is blank
Miles of road so there’s time to think…

Of conclusion and resolution
To clear pollution and form solutions
To stop depending on delusion, and relying on confusion

We had to drive there to drive back
The journey was longer cause our tires were flat
Game was harder cause the deck was stacked

Eyes out the window gazing at scenery
As I wrestling with all the thoughts that have been killing me
And battling with all the rage that has been filling me

Kill the rekindle, it’s a back alley swindle  
Nothing left now… not even smoke signals
Was long ago when our love start to dwindle

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Now our love is dust and has been thrown to the wind
Now I’ll sit alone in corners with a bottle of gin
Back to the shadows with a devilish grin
No more wasting time, its time to spend

Ready to get there so we can get back
Like life in the 90’s “Return of the Mack”
Poetic magician pulling tricks out the hat

But we really didn’t need one last ride
 At least not for me to decide
I’ve let my “Chaotic Compass” be my guide
Rebirth and regrowth result of the divide
We were stuck in park and should’ve shifted to drive
the thrill has died now theres jus time for the pain to subside
I found some peace at the end of “The Last Ride”
Written by FreeLove87 (SamuraiEde)
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