A chord
He grabs the anchor
when sea catches him
lose the balance on razor
right on the razor-thin…
smile
Our man
Living in a silent tomb
what makes him cry
falling in tired womb
before he will die
This story
Mesmerize me
and reminds me
on my mortality
as follow his duality
Go
Right or Left
Height or Depth
No other ways
He swims with the birds
like a fly does in the sea
in heat of the night
take a little money
they’re all so bright
The Homeless Joe
He’s the hero
Go
Right or Left
Height or Depth
No way out
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