I am laying in bed eating a scotcharoo right now. And at this place and time, I don’t think I could be any more in heaven.
Author: approximately
Sweet Anew
Sleep, sweet streets streaking silver engine
And drive, the mile high lights ring alive
And sit, a dawn sinks closer yet
And pray, recollection met the day
And ride, tracks stretching to horizon eyes
And fly, skies drinking peaceful ease
And fall, land softly slow into
Sleep, sleep slowly, meet sweet anew.
When we’re not sure we’re not alone
Why is there no breeze
No currency of leaves
No current through the water wire
No feelings I can see
I trust no emotion
I believe in locomotion
But I’ve turned to rust as we’ve discussed
Though I must have let you down
too many times
In the dirt and the dust
I have no idea how this happens
All of my maps have been overthrown
Happenstance has changed my plans
So many times my heart has been outgrown
Now everybody’s feeling all alone
Can’t tell you who I am
When everybody’s feeling all alone
Can’t tell you who I am
What I wouldn’t give
For it all to go away.






