Monday, 12 August 2013

Scirocco Road

I left from there three weeks ago
I got here yesterday
Most likely stay for Friday night
Until the end of play

Then once again I'm on the move
Maybe two more weeks or less
I've planed a random journey
No chance to second guess

Time is gathering pace again
Every clock is holding hands
A conspiring game of tardiness 
Stirring storms of swirling sand

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