Drone Track

Let me down gently today
I wish there was an easier way
The lines in the sand betray
Incoming tarmac is gray

Gray…Don’t throw it away

My feet are tied to a stone
Concrete surrounding; I’m alone
Chilling feeling to the bone
This is the heart that you hone

Hone...I like to be at home

Don’t throw something good away
It’s a price too high to pay
Oh how I rush to the phone
You’ve got me locked in like a drone

Drone…I don’t stray far from home

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