Fly Above The Rest’_ Lonely images(1).jpgHis gaze melts into the glass of wine
Thoughts swirl nakedly before his senses
And he questions the home of his happiness
On nothing hangs his laughter
As he’s only a young rising boy
Screaming at the man he’s to become
The cash screams out his name
But what comes after the fame, he asks?

Where lies the place of the wife of your youth
Who shall rock your head in her soft thighs
And assure you of your strength to face your demons
Or kiss you tenderly till sleep falls
And you deny all the stress in your bones
Refusing to follow fantasy far off
His sights pierce the storm in his drink
And laugh silly at his lucid loneliness.


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