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my peace is in pieces
I’m not sleeping
tossing and turning
rolling around like I’m on fire
I smell something burning
like a car rolling down
the street with no tires
my wheels are turning
full speed ahead
shoes on in bed
my soles are red
blood in the sand
dark thick lines
on inside of my hands
take my seat while I take a stand
is it a word if it cannot be defined
will it be repeated if it does not rewind
what is an hour to those
who have no need for time
my head is in the clouds
there’s nothing beyond the sky
standing out from the crowd
silent in the mist of crying out loud
a misfit in case you missed it
number unlisted hold on
let me text it
ketchup on a triscuit
mayonnaise on a biscuit
tricks are for kids
off to see the wiz
shielded from the driz
falling on my head
my umbrella is beet red
I don’t need a pastor
Pops was one and he was a bastard
Gramps was a master
That makes me a born wizard
Came with a gust of wind
Like a CHI TOWN blizzard
