All Aboard ~ Surrender City Express

 
 
 
Feather pillow, Lay down (one's) head.
Ready for the rollicking, bloody  
circus to come.(eXcitement damn devastating),
visiting one's mind for a most limited
engagement.
Some one gurgles that All Things Must Pass.
The jolly times are indeed gone, (except
for a few faded images).
 
What to do when, of a sudden, all is old, broken?
 
Lay down one weary head. Feather pillow.
             Surrender is nearly here.

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