He Could Say It Was The Lord But It Was Life

Words kept coming

Like non-stop humming.

Like a far away train will rumble you.

You feel the world a rockin’.

You hear somebody talkin’.

The rocks get hot to walk on.

So now you run.

Son-of-a-gun!

Stops being fun.

You come undone.

Not the only one.

And now you’re never tired

Because you’re always wired

And you don’t know

You’re sleeping

Alot more.

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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