tea against memoirs

be my radio.
the sound of something good.
a song that makes you sing in the car.
newness and air.
moving on and up.
smiling over the highway.
where birds go to dance.
and where I will write.
new songs about the ground.
and where it goes.
when I am flying silently.
in the same direction.
as the future.
but better than hope.
because there is no more hiding.
turn the dial.
dial me down.
give me a good chorus.
and spill everything.
making the past wet and sticky.
something to throw away.