Oblivion, Where Art Thou?

Sure I can reach the highest high

From right here on the ground.

And I can die without a why

At least not one I’ve found.

So then I live this second life.

Like I’ve been born again.

And yet I know my birthday not

And I cannot say just when

To cut or bake or to cut bait

Or start the party playin’.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


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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