when I was young I listened to the voice inside

It rattled inside pouring my heart into the ice of my mind

Melting me into a dreamer a screamer a twelve ball dealer

Now I’m old and the paths wearing my footprints 

Inside the rattling has begun once more to the sound of my aching bones

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