An Automatic Poem

Written at lunch, streams of words.

When the terrors of the night come wandering by
I know for sure that we all someday must die,
For the walls are painted with a million shades of grey
Telling a story of when the wind ran away.

Into the ocean, into the sea,
We alone will believe what no one else will see.
Try as you might, you will never walk down
All those paths in your lifetime you might not have found.

Actors and agents they claw at my door,
But letting one in means they all must want more.
Today is the day that they all throw you back
What news do you bring from the old weathered shack?

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2 Responses to “An Automatic Poem”

  1. Ville Says:

    Interesting song! What about the music, and video clip for it? I would be anticipating some Josh-filled entertainment….

  2. Paul Says:

    Been to any Fire stations lately?

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