a cold instinct happened
I turned to the rite
a river wakes me up!

in a snip of steaming
iron
a fire
ignited

You only have to stop
Just until your head
Decides where to turn

It's alrite to say we're to busy
Even our greatest family
Members understood
What it meant
To go somewhere brandnew
To brine in love and burn
With out juice
Failure makes happiness
We try so hard
With concentration
Forgetting how crazy
It was to be mixed around
In life.
Ho2 crazy it was to do something
With out care
To see something nobody else
Saw.
We eat and love
And afterwards if we're lucky
Heart the legacy
The story we took for granted
Individuality
The thought of living
The day to day
Of doing what we did.
We raise ourselves to live
And maybe work hard
To keep the for granted
Things on life support.

The earth is full of what ever we want.  
A Boxman wipes her away and keeps his round.
Galileo was ready to jump off
If it meant Huxley could make a brave new world.  
The only thing that falls first
Is a dream
Rite next to it is reality
I still don't know what
Landed before.  
Maybe the dream I never
Told my mother

I can't wait to miss you and feel the wild birds
Run out and flush away from our fire.
You rub my hair like a lucky dog
And I'm ready to be loyal all over again.  
Your to good and I don't want to ever runaway or stray to far
From your foot fall.
I promise to always be on point
And love you forever.
Even when you miss
I promise to keep
Hunting for your
Hand
And the sound
Of your fingers
Pushing to get
What we found.
I love you

One of all Is here
The unwashed blanket
And cups.  
My black cat comes back