“Drift”

A man walks into a bar,
Oh wait, you heard this one,
Don’t laugh yet though,
This story turns sour,
Soon,
its cold,
its silent,
its blah..

A man walks in,
A house that’s broken windows,
And doors that don’t go anywhere,
Locked in for the price of pain,
Free now,
That’s liberty,
That’s freedom,
That’s power..

A man walks out,
On grass that’s pale,
Grown wild with care,
Into my head,
She left me there,
And naked,
And proud..

A man stands his ground,
A man is born,
He looks at me,
He says his last words,
“I’m looking for a guy named God”

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