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:hurricane Katrina:
As I drive back home from my friends house
A strange reminition of life passes by my eyes
As I shift from home to strangeland
Where my surroundings are new and I can hardly stand
While I hold on to my psyche's hand
And the wind rushes past me
While the trees continue to miss me
And the stale, humid air kisses me.
Yet another day on the road because the surroundings faded
My life was rebuilt and de-shaded
As I sleep in a different bed; my 3rd one so far
I pick up the groove; Do I really have a choice?
Another job is to live again
While I meet different people here in this strangeland
And a boy, or is he a man?
It makes me feel like I'm home again
Where it was once in Louisiana
Now it's in Mississippi
I do have to say he's cute, but what can I do?
My thoughts are spuratic
Dancing to the string of the static
As always I remain manic
To the flow of the world
And how my life as rebuilt.
