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Wandering Weeds

from For Nomads and Lonely Poets by SOMA

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I have my father’s craft
of burning bridges and pointing fingers
So i took a match to my right hand
But the guilt still lingers

I am the hay in a stack of needles
Losing skin just to fight on through
When everything i feel,
And everything i am
Is to not every feel
Or every be like you…

a creature of habit
with a knack to destroy
an artist of the ashes
with a craft to avoid

those smiling faces
in those familiar places
that keep me up at night
that keep me paranoid

So i confess
I need progress and movement
A simple cadence
I am elusive of constance

Its just another mask
To help me blend in
To help me detach

I’m a jack of all traits
And even more faces
I can mold
I can adapt
I can be quite persuasive

we are the weeds
disguised by smiles
our roots run deep
and spread like a virus

we’re ugly
and broken
and scared
and dying
we’re the thieves
and wolves
and traitors
and liars

dirt under nails
from digging our graves
we are the beautiful burdens
that god never saved

Black ink spreads
Of thoughts left unsaid
I have no direction
Turns my fears into stone
And nobody knows
I’m losing my perspective

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from For Nomads and Lonely Poets, released December 14, 2013

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