Goodbye/Lucky by RW

I have to find the barrier, the drop,

the scarier stop

The rest of the 80-90 empirical proof

If I'm a goof I'm glad to be so

loud and free

though I often whisper

Open scars and mean guitars

my family name will not last

The past, the apathetic Czars

the prototype, the blast

I am quite insane

looking through cellophane

but despite have had a transcendent life

as fun as spontaneous writes rife

with honesty, sometimes ugly

somber or unleasant

and the stars above

and I the coiled pheasant

gripping underbrush shrub

when the grey sky breaks

and the guns discharge

It like wrestling is fake

and truth a colliding barge

for love and poetry's sake

I wish it more than goodbye.
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