These Places
I was floating around
as I made my way through this rainy town,
But your gravity pulled me down
And I saw myself come closer to the ground.
I ended up with dirt in my mouth,
With broken bones
And a map I couldn’t figure out,
So I walked in circles, I went around.
I found myself back in an empty house,
Where hope is deserted and love can’t be found.
So I search for a place,
As I pace through the day,
And wait for a change, the sunlight to kiss my face,
Somewhere I can be all that I have been
And grow my roots into all that I’ll be,
Where a heart will come around me
And form to be what I need,
Eyes that will flow within me,
See what the blind could not see…
The lips where words line up to be something I can read.
The fatalist in me knows not to doubt,
Everyone crawls down this path somehow.
At the edge I’ll hear the sound
Of the voices that never frown,
And down somewhere is a place
Where the light is loud,
Maybe on a ship where comfort rides on the bow.
But as I walk down this doubt diseased street
Where I may blister and fall over my feet,
I know I’ll be fine for now.