Enter prone
Enter crying Enter prone
Enter crying
In the beginning
No shame
No guilt
For being afraid
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Full throttle until the brakes fail
Grinding gears grunting along the third rail
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Relish the clown
The frothy tide
Carrying it’s excess
Carring it’s dead
Relish the clown
Who is wise enough
To wear his disguise
Upon the angles
Of the peopled shore
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Full throttle until the breaks fail
Grinding gears grunting along the third rail
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The clues are everywhere
In the good soul music
In frames expanded by the rafters
In books divided by their chapters
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Yet all the bullshit aside
It’s the little things
That enhance romance
The iddy biddy little things
Will also bring you down
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A balance of heart and ego
A space within a space
To be totally in sync
With yourself
To be selfless
With confidence
Such is love------such is life
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Full throttle until the breaks fail
Grinding gears grunting along the third rail
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Exit prone
Exit smiling
In the ending
No shame
No guilt
For being alive