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Jail Break
I’m Mark Twain on the Mississippi,
Hemingway with a shot of whisky.
Modern day Shakespeare mixed with a little bourbon on a Monday.
Whitman’s Song of the Open Road dancing with the Leaves of Grass-
Though one day they will say I was the last.
But where will they be?
Living in gray love,
Basking in the gray sun.
Living in the ebony shades of evening,
Never dancing in the silvers of the day.
I may be the last, but at least I can see the colors of your mind that force its way through temptation and rage.
Both sides imprison you to underestimate pain.
Overestimate time.
They hold you in like prison bars,
Draining you into inexistence with every drop of transparent blood.
- First Found Line - Keith Urban John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16
Hemingway with a shot of whisky.
Modern day Shakespeare mixed with a little bourbon on a Monday.
Whitman’s Song of the Open Road dancing with the Leaves of Grass-
Though one day they will say I was the last.
But where will they be?
Living in gray love,
Basking in the gray sun.
Living in the ebony shades of evening,
Never dancing in the silvers of the day.
I may be the last, but at least I can see the colors of your mind that force its way through temptation and rage.
Both sides imprison you to underestimate pain.
Overestimate time.
They hold you in like prison bars,
Draining you into inexistence with every drop of transparent blood.
- First Found Line - Keith Urban John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16
Published 22nd May 2018
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