state line

i’m always parked on the line
might be county, might be state
it could even be that thin line
between genius and madness
sometimes they just can’t tell
now i know what freedom is
it’s paving your own road
listening to the rhythm of your heart
i guide life by the moment
the gut wrenching feeling
in your hungry stomach
while you beg change for
cigarettes and coffee
it will never cease to amaze me
the way people survive
in ways all their own
mine is someone to take care of me
night after night in
someone’s arms and
numbing it all away
i think it’s time to grow up
start existing just to live
but why can’t we just remember
what it’s like to be young
and totally unaware of the days
that will come in the future
following the proud highway
one step at a time

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