Post by wtduck on Sept 10, 2012 20:37:20 GMT -5
My secret world begins,
At the end of your reflection.
Like the empty wasted miles,
That stretch across this reality
A mystic Harley ride,
That moves like a rattle snake,
With a frozen cold winter hide,
Winding along the edge of insanity,
Hissing.
"It's the dream
Of every rising social star,
To make it big and go far."
Then see there name up in lights,
On the Grand Marquee.
Come home to you,
And say,
"That's Me."
At the end of your reflection.
Like the empty wasted miles,
That stretch across this reality
A mystic Harley ride,
That moves like a rattle snake,
With a frozen cold winter hide,
Winding along the edge of insanity,
Hissing.
"It's the dream
Of every rising social star,
To make it big and go far."
Then see there name up in lights,
On the Grand Marquee.
Come home to you,
And say,
"That's Me."
