kamikazepilotgea

rambling....
out on the road with my house on my back...they dont make dirt roads like they used too.
...everything is smoothed out these days , what happened to all the shacks and squats, and those dirty faced kids I used to call my friends...
Looks up at the stars, looks at her cat...I think its safe to say that he loves me again. I would light up a cig if I smoked I would drink a bottle of wine if I could, but my surveillance is tight if Im to stay out the whack house. I have to remember Im not a cartoon, I would do many things if I didnt have this baggage on my back.
He plays the harmonica to a sweet little ditty, Bobby Dylan lookout! Maybe one of these nights well be able to call down the craft that will take us away. But in the meantime...I think my shoulder is giving out, this baggage/burden is quite heavy
....and there he stands playing a sweet little ditty on the harmonica, Bobby Dylan you better watch your back now
dont you look back in anger...or something like that...
And I think one of these days Ill hit up the road again, no more dirty faced kids, instead Ill do my best to forget somethings as usual. Takin off on a rocket ship just me and my matey...but thats another story.
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