Can’t decide whether I wanna write a rhyme or paint the tides
That street surfer just rides the waves
careless he could care less about the consequences to living free
Because nothing will put a box around me, seal me up and make many copies.
The one of a kind
special limited edition
you know, in the back of the attic, that rare find.
that dull, colorless, human being with a rainbow mind
Inside Webster’s Dictionary found under undefined
I ride the title waves
I’m the one who stands up to the plate when no one was brave
drowning in a sea of thoughts
lost in an ocean of words
the one who can swim but doesn’t need to be saved
I drift through this world in silence
yet I ring everyones ears just to show I exist
I ride the title waves.
by Brian Hughes
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