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| Funny story about this poem. I was heading home from a place called Tall Oaks... for anyone that knows where that is it's out in the middle of no where just like everything else up here. But it's on a horrible back road. Twisting and turning and the pavement's all screwed up. I'm driving my Wrangler down at my usual speed with my mother in the passanger seat just thinking about Jeff Hardy's poem 'Empty Tank' and all of the complications he must have to worry about. All the different thoughts he must have. All the thoughts I would have if I were in his situation. I sort of shook my head and thought "He's a simply complicated man". Then I got that deer in the headlights look and fished a pen out of the visor and told my mom to start writing. So I recited the entire poem to her and she wrote it down exactly as is. Who says you can't think on the go? All in all, this poem is dedicated to Jeff Hardy. May he always find strength himself and freedom in flight. |
| A simple man caught in a complicated life. With simple goals and a complicated way. In a complicated dream, Yearning for a simple reality. The simplicity of being grounded, Makes him want the complication and daring of flight. The simple part of him wants to go faster. The complicated part of him wants to slow down. There's no middle ground, For the simple complicated man. |
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