Somewhere has my name on it,
maybe everywhere does.
Like little strips of paper, fortunes from folded cookies.
Master Plan let them go in a gust of Great Plains wind.
I cannot hope to collect every
single
individual
piece part
place
bit
back.
I cannot live unless I try.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Somewhere has my name on it,
maybe everywhere does.
Like little strips of paper, fortunes from folded cookies.
Master Plan let them go in a gust of Great Plains wind.
I cannot hope to collect every
single
individual
piece part
place
bit
back.
I cannot live unless I try.
