I Write Poetry

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I need to feel the wind at my back
And see the lights of this town in my rear view mirror.
I'm tired of walking the streets
And trying to find reasons to live.
And the odds of this life
Are to high in this game that I'm playing.
It's time to slow down and find me my home
And start living my life without you.

Cause here,
I'm wasting away in this riptide of insincerities.
And here, I feel my last breath of life slip away.
And here I just can't find reason or Meaning
And it's here that has finally made turn
And walk this walk away..

There's a time in your life
When you must admit when you lose.
I gave you my best
You gave me back this gift
Of singing and writing about the blues.
And the odds of this life
are much to high in this game We are playing.

I need to slow down.
And find me my home .
And start living life without you.

Cause here,
I'm wasting away in this riptide of insincerities.
And here, I feel my last breath of life slip away.
And here I just can't find reason or Meaning
And it's here that has finally made turn
And walk this walk away..

Fred Oliver starmanishere@cox.net