Saturday, January 11, 2014

How does this make sense 
A word 
A space 
A time 
Bring it back 
The sleep 
It feels like peace 

And tell me again why the birds sing
Tell me why we're here
Let me go when your coming near

Let me know when your leaving 
Cry away your fear
Tell me why we do this
When we will only disappear

Let go of the stain on your heart
And tell me if you are smart 
Let you spirit create something
Let the wind be your art 



I have these thoughts
I can't remember if I created them
But they are here
All of them 
 Food
Work
Mom
Love
Home 
This is life
Dog 
Cat 
Hate 
Shame
Blame
Bring me back
Bring me back
To food
Mom
Love
Warm 
Dog

And let's go





I can't decide if I love the life
But I will presume