days on the road
every day i go toeverywhere i go to
everything i do
everyone tries to take my heart
everyday on the highway
everyone smiles it seems
everyday i get confused
as to what it means, i no longer can see the inbetween
i sit at the bar in a smoky screen
thinking that others are more than they seem
the observer the thinker the kind hearted man
each drink brings me closer to my fantasy land
i leave with a tip and my hollow dignity
that tries to filter the sordid reality
my perjured soul follows behind
a shadow of reason trying to save my mind
from my gray hotel room
i try to cry
yet no teardrops
will fall from my eyes
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