Arts of Wilderness

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Flow.

Patience grows thin, I refuse to become another thrown away into the bin, not lead a love of sin, rather fly , to heavens skies, I take flight, for the second ride, a climb into high tide, let's take this wave to shore, live like there's no more, looking for a place to lay low and score, another door opens, walk the trip rope, fill the head of dope, veins run deep with spoiled blood, walking into a endless flood, toyour garbage I dispose, I know where I stand, what I chose, the drifting winds shiver a cold brew, night lays on the boiled waters, deep breath inside your flushing oceans of sorrow, I see tomorrow, it's chances stacked fifty two wide, life on the strip, flashes into another dimension, I ok West for a mindful resurrection, I know now, my direction.