blood of a young wolf

no more same old song and dance, some good ideas get overplayed
i eat my breakfast, ride my bike, a knife between my shoulder blades
see I’m a man of many problems up against some scary odds
we kill, we hide, we all fall down, idiots love to bury gods
it doesn’t happen overnight, though never, still i’m filled with wonder
lonely like a tightrope walker, hitchhiker, long-distance runner"

- buck 65

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it's me. taken by mr. macbean.

enjoy.