Roads

Hey didn’t you pretend
To rub off all the chalk stains again
It stains against the harsh dark coat
And it wont disappear it’s there to be tempted

My cycle of fatuous
How it reads itself to sleep
A stranger takes away the guide
Left behind to manipulate of how to survive

The woman needs to touch the flames twice
To take away the desultory advice
The woman needs to feel the fire twice
Lighted in ole anglii poison to shy with the lice

And every line you left upon
Strikes the face from upon
And every picture you supplement
Is every inch of encouragement?

My eyes have turned 250c degrees
My tongue catches that morning breeze
Foolish, foolish soul
Of whom the dictators laugh upon

I’ve tarmac your road from start to finish
Yet we know were the bumps have bumps
You shall trip and break every bone you know
They will disintegrate and never really grow

My cycle of fatuous
How it reads itself to sleep
A stranger takes away the guide
Left behind to manipulate of how to survive
Your hope has raced up to the top of the hill
It’s beaten your mind and free will
Slow and steady really lost the race
But they didn’t want to document it

Silence is a sound
As sound is better than silence
Break the life of the road
To force another track

Conjure, Conjure, Conjure, Conjure, Conjure, Conjure, Conjure, Conjure, Conjure, Conjure, Conjure, Conjure, Conjure, Conjure, Conjure, Conjure
Believe, Believe, Believe, Believe, Believe, Believe, Believe, Believe, Believe, Believe, Believe, Believe, Believe, Believe

by Joe Taylor

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