Trial of a Bouy
I am a buoy in a sea of melancholy.
A fisherman snags me on
His line as sharp as a razor,
Dividing right and wong,
Cutting to pieces the words of this song
The tide drives me upon my own convictions
And I die by the hand of self imposed morality.
It is all my fault,
I cast my shadow
Upon the rocks of time.
I watched it die,
Then walked away.
I no longer worry about the rhyme,
or wipe the tears from my eye,
But the shadow followed me to my dismay.
Here at life's canyons
Throw my voice to the wind.
No one hears the distorted
Echo of my voice.
Don't tell me what to do,
I am the Co-Author of this autobiography!
Don't worry, cause
The jury already delivered the verdict
before court was even in session
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