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© 2006, Roy Stucky

I thought this place was dull.
I thought this place was dead.
I thought this place would soon erase
The dreams that filled my head.

The side door stood wide open
So I scattered down that road.
My flight produced a trophy
That my life would soon corrode.

The Late Escape
Let vision shrink to myth.
The paths foretold
Have thrown me half a twist.
The Late Escape
Decayed back down to chain.
My trip outside
Made precious little gain.

Some people tried to teach me
Though they couldn't help but fail.
I fell into the gulf between
A shelter and a jail.

When I arrived where desert sand
Pressed city thin veneer,
The world outside oasis
Held a different atmosphere.

The Late Escape
Is mourned by only me.
My ship of fools
Went down in sandy seas.
The Late Escape
Is buried in the ground.
The oath it swore
Is nowhere to be found.

Broken little pieces of a dream that died
While running down my fate.
The seeds we sow need time to grow
But I refused to wait.

 
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