Feathers on the highway

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Let’s play chicken, you and I? We can run onto the highway and leave our reflectors at home Letting headlights rob us of our sight We can numb our senses in the sole ecstasy of death You can hold my hand if you like, but not too tight So, ...

Let’s play chicken, you and I?

We can run onto the highway and leave our reflectors at home

Letting headlights rob us of our sight

We can numb our senses in the sole ecstasy of death

You can hold my hand if you like, but not too tight

So, let’s play on the highway?

It’s just too soon to dream, I’m not tired yet

But the elation of young idiocy should lay me to rest

It’s rather harmless, more or less

No steel nor stone should taste our flesh, so let’s

Let go of our yesterdays and the tomorrows we had left,

To play a game, you and me?

Because what use are we belonging, if without the fear of theft?

If life is just a highway, paved and speckled time, within

These grains live little deaths, among forgotten thrones and babies’ bones

I pray your feet, and mine, stay deft.

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