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Uncertain to Me
I live for a dream that is holding me back
Been climbin’ over rocks rollin’ over my tracks
I feel like I’m crawling up a hill to nowhere
I look to the past and see that nothing is there
Whoever I am is uncertain to me
Alone I will be a complete mystery
Wherever I go ain’t on anyone’s map
Now it's no small wonder my lives don’t overlap
I’m travelin’ a fine line fear only knows
Darkness emits shadows wherever it goes
A sparse row of fools have been where I tread
Taking refuge that none see the life that I've led
A silent voice in my head asks who I am
His sly interrogation rebuilds the dam
Free my mind, I don’t like the likes of you
Sullied panes are uneasy for me to see through
The windows to my soul shuttered so long ago
I packed it on ice then tied it up with a bow
Listed it on-line to see who might bite
On the tale of a poet with his last verse to write
The auction was held though my soul went unsold
In the books of my life a playwright has told
But nothing you read will expose the lies
One more lonely poet pens regret till he dies
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* 04/01/2009
Copyright © 2009 JJ Johnson
Library of Congress Control # 2006905763
ISBN 1419633090 &
ISBN-13: 978-1419633096
Seeds and Weeds
available on Amazon.com @
http://astore.amazon.com/seedsandweeds-20
Been climbin’ over rocks rollin’ over my tracks
I feel like I’m crawling up a hill to nowhere
I look to the past and see that nothing is there
Whoever I am is uncertain to me
Alone I will be a complete mystery
Wherever I go ain’t on anyone’s map
Now it's no small wonder my lives don’t overlap
I’m travelin’ a fine line fear only knows
Darkness emits shadows wherever it goes
A sparse row of fools have been where I tread
Taking refuge that none see the life that I've led
A silent voice in my head asks who I am
His sly interrogation rebuilds the dam
Free my mind, I don’t like the likes of you
Sullied panes are uneasy for me to see through
The windows to my soul shuttered so long ago
I packed it on ice then tied it up with a bow
Listed it on-line to see who might bite
On the tale of a poet with his last verse to write
The auction was held though my soul went unsold
In the books of my life a playwright has told
But nothing you read will expose the lies
One more lonely poet pens regret till he dies
--------------------------------------------
* 04/01/2009
Copyright © 2009 JJ Johnson
Library of Congress Control # 2006905763
ISBN 1419633090 &
ISBN-13: 978-1419633096
Seeds and Weeds
available on Amazon.com @
http://astore.amazon.com/seedsandweeds-20
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