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Dreary Canals
I have something like a loco-motive
that's running its course without control.
I wonder whether-vane-should-hold
the direction of my life you stole.
Twisting wreck-age is where the cage is.
but I cannot forget, the arbitrary lament,
that was given to me in my youth.
Turning the bends where reliance ends.
I now roam, these streets on my own,
responsive and non aloof.
But I cannot ask for your forgiveness,
Everything's distant in those dreary days.
I feel the pain without belonging,
to the dreams that we set ablaze.
© 2006 Jeffrey Lewis All Rights Reserved
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