something,
someone,
somewhere.
something,
someone,
somewhere.
something,
someone,
somewhere.
My spine just squinted
and my eye is weak
I can't find peace
I can't find peace
in a form of speech.
Standing over a hot stove,
listening to Naima by Coltrane,
the heat hits my bare belly
as I make tea for poetry.
Still, you're near
Still, you call
The fears and sighs,
Still, you call
The fears and sighs,
I hear them all.
I'm a municipal and the mundane;
I try to keep weird, keep away from the same;
yet I haven't read an outline on how to pass youth.
I try to keep weird, keep away from the same;
yet I haven't read an outline on how to pass youth.
And what's left behind
when each evening ends?
Roads to where we've been,
all your wishes…
when each evening ends?
Roads to where we've been,
all your wishes…
something,
someone,
somewhere.