Still waging in the wonder
Of how I ended here
From my tender beginnings
To a path that's never clear

With a dog named Bruno
And a cat called Mars
Chasing after each others tails
In and out between foreign cars

A shadow at my feet
That follows me around
Sneaking up on me
Silence its favorite sound

And show tunes from the 50's
Playing over in my head
From My Fair Lady, The King And I
To the Music Man

With a sticker on my window
That shows baby on board
And me being single
I have to wonder what it's for

I always arrive for Fridays
On late Saturday night
All by myself
On a two seater bike

I've got a spitting image
Of who I used to be
Now that I look at myself
I hardly recognize me

I go around in circles
From the left to right
Always walking backwards
Trying to slow down time

In this desert life of mine
I'm my own mirage
Where what I hope to find
I also try to dodge

Most of my days are spent
Trying to make sense
And if you care to count the change
Could you tell me what the cents is

I try not to speak words without flavor
When our speach is without substance
We practice and promote ill behavior

So learn to speak life
And maybe you can be a saviour

To someone going through rough times
Anything can be a saving grace
So make a rhyme
And lift someone's face

Help them see the glory in this life
To bolster their fight
Look past their strife

Set fire to the night
Light the way
Staying the knife

I've heard people who are away from each other say-
"at least we're under the same sky"

but we're not,
because it doesn't rain here the way it does back home,
the sun isn't warm enough to tingle my bones.
the sky here bends to meet buildings and towers,
not the hills and mountains and their wonder

So I say-
*"but we're not. the sky here is different."

I've explored unfathomable depths
And soaring peaks
My love of reading has colored my views
It's hard to believe but I'm afraid of how you chose to speak
I'm a skeptic of the method you used

There it is all laid out
The reason I've slacked
When it comes to reading your word
I've been a lout

But I'm sure now like never before
Regardless of what they say
Every word in that book is yours

So I'll study them and learn
And trust in grace
To help me discern the way
Of finishing strong in this race

At peace I walk your creation
Unhurried and unafraid
Trusting the promise of the Son
Mine is everything you made

Though it demands my sweat
And I be a stranger of the land
Your covenant holds true
My needs are meet at the requirement of my hand

You reassure and calm my soul
After realizing your love and grace
I know what it is to be whole
And that will keep me till I see your face

I believe that every tree; every swallow;
Every breath of clean air that I draw

Accepts the love I feel towards it,
And responds in my everyday life,

The way any "god" would. 
Thank you for your love. This is for you.

That smile from a stranger; that money
I found, that favourite song of mine on

The radio, was a hug from the trees
(**** human-huggers) of my

Home farm dirt road
Alley, where I walked today

Asking myself how at home a man
Can feel, kissing it all with my eyes.

My everyday life...
That insignificant, poor place

Where my every amazing treasure lies
Unhidden.