Phoenix

And so we watch,
the sun burn away
all the years and all the pain
Peeling back,
Running down,
Time in this town
is just a dancing clown
wanting for a crown
To maybe run,
Maybe turn,
All the days,
All the nights,
Flickering like a torch,
into someplace
with just a touch
Of renown.

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This uses a lot of another poem I wrote called "Politician".