30 Mar

Falling apart at the seams,

Everything breaking down.

World quaking under my boots,

Life’s heading for a Shakedown.

Turning around and upside down,

When you can’t smile, just frown.

Losing time, cannot find a rhyme,

Or a reason in this cold, dark season

Of the soul.

In a zero horse town,

Then you’re in desperate need of a



Coming around,

You’re lost when you want to be found.

Crashing Thunder,

Heart torn asunder,

Will you survive,

A Shakedown?


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