I hear rumbles and grumbles as the Delirium mumbles
His incessant nightmare aloud
I see eyes devoid of sparks, constant question marks
As he shuffles with the crowd round and round.
Theres Braggarts, faggots and despicable maggots,
And the worried Wise who speak on whispered breath.
We`ve got Madmen, Brave men and even some cavemen,
Then the tortured Soul whose small son`s close to death.
I stand in my place, and people approach. Some reAl HIGH and some low down
I neither wander nor waiver, I`m just out for the day,
And I`m watching the wheels go `round.
DreamWeaver
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-04-22 22:16:00
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