if a bird wants to wear its heart on its wings and show that its a bit down sometimes why does everyone have to act like
Home
Home is more than just the place, you sleep at night, it can be someone’s company…
There’s a million things,
standing in the way,
scattered on the road,
between here and success…
In retrospect,
the trudging steps fade away,
along with the cold, wind, and the rain…
so i held a fall leaf party
and i invited all my friends
but they all just flaked
and fell off my invitation tree…
There’s a cow. I get invited to look at it….
Don’t speak, my dear.
If you don’t say it,
it won’t be true,
not really…
Clear your head,
they say,
and I agree,
except I cannot
clear my hand
without clear air
and pine scent carried
down the hill….
Weird how quaint it’s gotten,
to have a proper radio on hand,
sitting out in a place to see…
A place to be found,
or to be lost on the way…
