J.T. Woodhouse

Who knows who we'll become

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I see a shadow in the distance
Engine I can barely hear it hum
Running from the path of least resistance
Who knows who we'll become

Yours is a story I can fathom
Summoning the courage with your thumb
Show me what it means to cross a chasm
Who knows who we'll become

The heart is like a Siren in the window
Fallen angels beckon me to come
No one ever knows where I have been though
Who knows who we'll become

This poem also appeared in Clover.Poe, No. 1.


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