I hope that one day
As you roam the hills
The way that you do,
May you stop to smell the sage.
It travels through you
Filling up your mind
With images of me,
And all the wars we used to wage.
I'll be smiling back at you
As our eyes reflect the light
So bright,
As the train tracks shine a golden glow beneath us.
I will disappear
As the smell becomes exhausted,
But your heart yearns
To keep on wanderin'
It's time for you to go
So you take just one last whiff
And then another,
We were never good at goodbyes anyway.
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 1:49 PM UTC
I hope that one day
As you roam the hills
The way that you do,
May you stop to smell the sage.
It travels through you
Filling up your mind
With images of me,
And all the wars we used to wage.
I'll be smiling back at you
As our eyes reflect the light
So bright,
As the train tracks shine a golden glow beneath us.
I will disappear
As the smell becomes exhausted,
But your heart yearns
To keep on wanderin'
It's time for you to go
So you take just one last whiff
And then another,
We were never good at goodbyes anyway.
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