February, 2003
a prophetic journey into an uncertain future.
Make no promises
place no bets, I like to drink
and I like to dance
I find myself made
to be replaced, best before
yesterday at that
I press the crosswalk
button like I am typing
epic poetry
The sailors come around
so confident, put bets
on eternity
while some know better
and wage no war, knowing full
well the price to pay
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