False Starts
all eyes are on you
heart is racing, but i'vc done the prep
pressure is looming and, oops, there goes the saftey net
all eyes are solely focused on you
the critics, the also-rans, oh hell, there's your parents and you're super gran
but you know
i trained myself to hear the gun
primed like a bat of hell....yeah i can fly... but today i run
on your marks
and the engines roar
on your marks
pushing my feet thru to the earth's core
get set
and there is no return
get set
lighting up the world with the after burn
called out, burnt out, strung out
just days before
i'm the wreckage by the side of the road
is is strange that everyone has to carry some kind of load
so yeah, you leave behind the wreck and ruin
now the moment has come - and your critics are queuing
muscles tense a formidable sight
the word is GO
now run baby run, with all your might
About the Creator
Justin Mark Dunford
Brisbane, Australia
singer for Artisan Kin (new album out) and upcoming solo works. whisky and shiraz lover
sucking the marrow out of life:)
Most of my stories are written stream of thought. an enjoyable process...hope you guys enjoy reading.
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