June 20, 2019

Me and Bobby D

After they dreamed the dream of life
they dreamed the dream of work
and then the dream of death

but the times in between dreams got shorter
and the dreams got bigger
until every real thing had been dreamed
and always would be.

The place where questions lived was called superstition.
Many would visit but few escaped free of madness
- and madness was a virtue when the road was full of loss.

You came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
Come in I said, I'll give you shelter from the storm.

And in another lifetime, one of toil and blood,
they asked me for salvation and I gave em a lethal dose

And just to think it all began on an uneventful morn
Come she said, I'll give ya shelter from the storm.

So that's original said the deputy as the creature rode a mount
There's nothing really matters much - its doom alone that counts
In a world of steel eyed men who are all fighting to be born
Come in across the hard nails and cheer up FFS.

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