Not enough supervision
The dark night beckons us
Calling for adventure
We stand on the curb
Or behind some old car
Small hands move quickly
When exposing training bras
We laugh and feel liberated
Late at night we show no fear
Revealing soft skin
As the bright headlights
Pass by.

There's no person I’m trying to get back to
no self that is lost
I'm not searching for what was or has been
only now and what will be
matters to me.
Building new walls up
from nothing but rubble
from nothing but dirt
breaking to re-grow.
Hard clay doesn't move too well
but I have a shovel in one hand
and trouble in the other
I’m working it.
Starting with rocky foundations
doesn't bother me
It's all coming together now

Maybe I just want to be angry.
It's not the strangest thing
to want to be angry.
Even though I know somewhere
there is reason
I just don't want to see it.