Break On Through

Changes are a’comin’

and I fear my ticket has long since expired

Bought my ticket many a moon shine ago

Found it crumpled in the sock drawer

Ripped, crinkled, sticky with a substance I do not recognize

Redeemable At Anytime barely legible across the top

Common sense dictates that once the ticket is

bought you must take the ride

I fear an indeterminate statute of limitations had

been set it place, my own limitations

Permission Granted and Accepted without

reading the fine text

Changes are a’comin

I sense it’s drawing nearer to my stop

I fear my ticket will be rejected

& loathe the ramifications

But I am not discouraged

For I know I must walk through the station gate

or drown in my own shit

And pretend I don’t know that the changes

aren’t a’comin’again


One comment

  1. A Humble Shadow · October 25, 2015


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