my energy is at an all time low my outlook is a lot to see horizon to horizon there is so much no i no us no you no matter what i can feel the weather smells of smoke and hay dust I'll take the space and all of the time ever that it will take stretch thin because i like stretching out my neck awhile headed out is heading in shake and shrug and sweat a bit blink my eyes and bite my lip wondering what happened to a few good days and why upon them i set so much import i wave from the runway to no one in particular my other hand shading my eye from the sun