missing the stage
and that lonely microphone.
my mind is 100mph,
my heart is 2.
itching to travel,
starting to unravel,
I may die if I don't hit the road.
there is a tomahawk
under the couch
in case someone wants
to play catch.
all I have to do
is make tomorrow happen.
after a few of those
I will be there
with music.