I want a guitar to travel
I want a guitar to free my feet
I want a guitar to take me there
I want a guitar to make me hurt.
In the evening I would go home
To a place unknown, take out
The guitar I know, and make
A strumming hum familiar.
The fingers of each hand
Would wander thoroughly each wire
And my voice would roam
Each soft, uncommon word.
Something gray becomes of
Thoughts that can't sing.
Music is not born it's made
Tomorrow I will go to different
Lands on it. make a boat of it.
And go.
I want a guitar to travel
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