If I am ever really known, then I am
known to travel light.
I lost most of my memories along the
road one night.
The bumps were bruising, the memories
too heavy for my mind.
I think those twist and turns were also
too much for my fright.
I last saw my shame on the way down a
pass on I-90.
It couldn't keep up with so many bad
decisions at high speed.
I might've left my marbles just east of
the Mississippi.
They didn't weigh me down; I just
didn't want 'em with me.
I'm not an accountant, but still, I
don't fight
The influence of tastes past on my
future, my life.
If I did, I'd need insurance no agent
provides
For the times high-flying,
erratic-steering memory collides
With the steady, ceaseless, high-speed
driving of a beat,
From my most recent metal, and back to
oldies.
I'm not really known for traveling
heavy.
Nevertheless, I carry most of the music
with me.
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