I sit here in this smoky room.
Thinking of my life.
Jamming out to the songs.
The songs of my past.
Thinking of the days.
Woundering how they've pasted me.
I'm sitting here older now.
But it only seems like yesterday.
When I was a young kid.
I now think back on my life.
I can honestly say i've meet some.
I've knew some.
I've lost some.
Shakeing the hands of many.
I never knew.
Year after year passes.
Day by day.
The seasons merg into one.
But yet im stuck here in this smoky room.
Thinking of the past.
And thinking of you.
The confusion is killing me.
©p.w.fowler
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