There’s a lot to lose, along the river I strut as a nut case. I’m not in distress I’ll tell you, I welcome the mess. The long shadows loom, longer than the past, they’re touching my mind as they last beyond logical songs. Their prongs are sharp teeth in disguise that don’t let me dive head into the pool. Covered in drool they bite at my heels. Will keep making deals while I watch the wheels spinning. As hope dies last I hope I’ll be winning, in the end I will bend my future, to nurture the vulture.

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