The leaving
By Parson Thru
Tue, 04 Aug 2015
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Going someplace, leaving something
Can’t think of anything lights my fire the same
Burning through time with a need to be and see
A need to be anywhere but here
doing something else
I’ve walked along the razor’s edge
Seen some stuff and watched the sun set
far away on promised streets
Watched it sink
year after heart-breaking year
And now it’s close
It’s oh, so near
Dylan in my head
Kerouac whispering in my ear
But now it’s close
I feel a change in the wind
I feel it’s really here
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