Fort Worth

I will follow you like budding winds wherever they may blow
We can get there quickly or else we can take it slow
I know we both are driving, but to what direction though?

Time we’re always biding and how much no one can know
Some never realizing we don’t choose the highs and lows
Death can waltz right by, and what shall be our final pose?

I can feel my body dying or perhaps I’m paranoid
Been functioning in life like I’m a rusted, broken droid
T.V. on at night, and they proclaim an asteroid

I want to follow you maybe until the end of Earth
Sunlight from your body puts my soul through a rebirth
But, still, to me you’re worth more than the gold that they secure within Fort Worth

© Delia Ross. 2019

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