‘A day out’, I thought. Yes! A day in the city. A time to reflect and To pen a strange ditty. What cost to my soul? Or what route to my goal Must I take before roses look pretty?
A reflective collective? These thoughts in my head run around like tall Indians evading the thread of disaster that ‘Lil Boy Blue’ cast upon all their sacred outback lands. Then shot everyone.
I hear it, I do. The chat in my mind. One voice is so soothing The rest are unkind. I won’t let them lead me down desolate holes. There’s no fucking way that I’m reaching my goals!
Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!
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