I want us to have a little country together
Made up of scratch paper,
Every inch of it overwhelmed with poems and random thoughts.
No wire fences but pens and pencils waiting to be adopted
Taken into the safety of our hands
Not shores or beaches
But open skies filled with imagination and room
Lots of room to think, and question, and ponder
And question, and ponder
And question and ponder
Books will be our passports
Songs will be our visas
No invasions or wars
Only consensual agreements
Our country
Filled with strange people
You and me.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
I want us to have a little country together
Made up of scratch paper,
Every inch of it overwhelmed with poems and random thoughts.
No wire fences but pens and pencils waiting to be adopted
Taken into the safety of our hands
Not shores or beaches
But open skies filled with imagination and room
Lots of room to think, and question, and ponder
And question, and ponder
And question and ponder
Books will be our passports
Songs will be our visas
No invasions or wars
Only consensual agreements
Our country
Filled with strange people
You and me.
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