just feel this rush of happiness
about the mushroom on my neck
remembering a cold criminal past
as i walk the path of a
sun-kissed, auspicious future

in a field that never ends
in a field that stretches out and
kisses the dirt roads where i used to
conduct my wretched business.
i still visit there,
only now my head's on tighter and
i have numbers in my pocket and
patience for the bus

never knew there'd be so many gains and losses
that came with growing up

but i think i'm getting the hang of it.