Stephen Ray Brown - Another Poet

This was Texas and the roads are just
Kind of like that there
The end is a kind illusion
It's just a matter of where

You decide to exit the highway
You make your choice and turn
Murphy had a job to do
He had no bridges left to burn

Truth is not something that sits
Softly in a man's heart
Deep down where your blood runs cold
You know who you are

I can take care of myself
Murphy said to nobody else
There are men who'll always try
They do their job, sometimes they die

Soldier of fortune
Another dream
Another poet
Things are not
The way they seem

Fate is indifferent to any man
Even to the will of the gods
Alright now then, Murphy said
Let's do this thing, I like those odds

Down the huge and granite steps
Between the gargoyles and the lions
Murphy strode now with intent
There was no turning back this time

Soldier of fortune
Another dream
Another fucking poet
Another reckless scheme

Soldier of fortune
Another dream
Another reckless poet
Things are never
Things were never
The way they seem

Written by:
Stephen Brown

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