Marathon
My knees are weak, of thee I speak
And I've walked so far, so long
And I wish there were a shorter path
To the garden all along
I'd float myself over the gates
And I'd and pierce myself on rods
And wrought iron steel stalks
That wedge me in place
As eternal effigy of the garden
It's not funny, I've played limbo so long
Yet, I've never gotten my bright spot in the sun
With the trees and shrubs whom stretch a branch far out
For the birds who come and shit on them
And I've walked so far, so long
And I wish there were a shorter path
To the garden all along
I'd float myself over the gates
And I'd and pierce myself on rods
And wrought iron steel stalks
That wedge me in place
As eternal effigy of the garden
It's not funny, I've played limbo so long
Yet, I've never gotten my bright spot in the sun
With the trees and shrubs whom stretch a branch far out
For the birds who come and shit on them
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Writer(s): Angelo Sebastian Luciano
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