Horse Racing from Ghost World by Justin Courtney Pierre

I don’t know where my head is at
For the most part I’m happy to be...
Here...
A thought...
And another...
(something else)
And the light goes out

Endless repeating
Delusions flood
Hand over hand
I’ve got horse racing in my blood

Why the hell am I standing here?
Where’s my – fuck.
Where’s my – fuck!
What is it called?
I should know this
I’m too stupid to live
And the light goes out

Cropping delighter
All stick
All stone
Does that make sense?
I’ve got horse racing in my bones

I can get used to this somehow
I can get used to this somehow
I can get used to this somehow
I can get used to this somehow

They won’t stampede me
I’ll redefine
Perfect my range
I’ve got horse racing on my mind

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