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Backyard
We tried to dig to China. Starting right in our backyard. A rusty shovel and three filthy boys diggin’ and workin’ hard. I still don’t know how far down that we ever did get. I know we never made it to China, but we found a dead family pet.
It’s not how big you dig the hole, it’s the cool stuff that you find. If you’re digging a hole to win a race you already fell behind.
Rolling down our backyard hill in a rusty garbage can, gravity and fate my only future plans. The world spinning into a blur, hard to tell up from down. Just close my eyes, hope for the best, taste the luck and dirt of the ground.
I don’t know how none of us ever lost our heads. But if you’re not livin’ like you’re a day from dying, you might already be dead.
In that old abandoned shelter, just up that gravel road, I saw my first dirty magazine some older kid had stowed. Underground, concrete walls, I really learned a lot. If nothing else, four years old, I really learned a lot.
Sometimes you learn what you don’t want to know from what gets left behind. Don’t leave your thoughts just laying around that should be left in your mind.
We walked in on the burglars. They ran out the back door. The dog pursued, Dad did too but stopped to check for more. All good things come to an end, sadly that place did too. If you can’t beat them and won’t join them, we’d rather start anew.
Some folks want to help you see the light. Some want to rob you blind. Some folks just ain’t worth the fight, best to leave them behind.
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