The past has gone,
But I’m still feeling;
Stuck in a moment
I just can’t leave it,
A shadow that follows,
But I’m not leading
– And it’s always there…
Just no one can tell
–
And the Cowboy plays the jukebox
Taking the track around again
Candy joins the dance floor
Surrounded by horsemen
And a Trucker stares right at me
Capped with a crown upon his head
And the pale ale in my hand
Turns to crimson red
–
The past has gone,
But I’m still feeling;
Stuck in a moment
I just can’t leave it,
A shadow that follows,
But I’m not leading
– And it’s always there…
Just no one can tell
–
And the Cowboy plays the jukebox
Taking the track around again
Candy joins the dance floor
Surrounded by horsemen
And a Trucker stares right at me
Capped with a crown upon his head
And the pale ale in my hand
Turns to crimson red
–
(When the work is not viewed and shared, the artist loses hope, and the birth of new art ceases to be imagined)
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