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legacy

the secrets that we keep
send our children fast asleep
keep your headlights nice and low
it's a subtle tempting show
through the windscreen we can see
a cinematic legacy
leaving cities paved with gold
to pilot frigates through our souls

days seem shorter than they are
finished counting all the stars
feel the gears wind down again
another paycheck to cash in
may the lord of flesh and bone
leave you some to call your own
as we slowly feel our way
through another shapeless day

one way you can tell if you have a curse on you

is if you open a box of toothpicks
and they all fly up and stick in your face.

Jack Handey

isn't it funny how one minute

life can be such a struggle
and the next minute you're driving real fast
swerving back and forth across the road?

Jack Handey

electric feel

happy new year, whatever that means