Why
going places
You say you don’t wanna go?
You just wanna go home
Underwater & rocknroll
I’ll say this
the last time you see me
before my mind blows up
But you no longer want to go
The tables have flipped
So I leaned in
Now I’m seeing clear again
Leaning out
Leaving it all behind
Which I did years ago
Can you let go?
Like really let go?
What would it take?
Where would you go?
And then
Why go
If you’re gonna limit yourself
Fill every moment
Leave your filaments behind
No lounge clothes
No books
Now what?
Fill out the spaces
Luckily she’s got the Black Angels on repeat
Wear your sunglasses in the morning
As you walk down the hill
The opportunist makes one last run
To the butcher
I’ll have it medium
Please don’t trim the fat
I’ll take it
I’ll eat it
And fill my head with tallow
The light in me see's the light in you.
The emptiness. I felt that early on.
But something had plans for where I call "Home".
I was expected to be a servant,
a servant who never served himself.
I found that was impossible, and
Others helped me find my way.
Still I am never home, just on my way.
stopping to talk
with the Queen of Seasons.
I feel elated to share,
I have exploited circumstances.
Keeping secret dreams alive
until my final home,
Comes home.