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Sep 2017 · 427
Dirt vs Digits
Rhett Robertson Sep 2017
If you don't know where you're going.
If you don't know where to turn
Look to the ground for ancestors
Look to the sky to learn
Because the world is rolling
With or without your blessing
It won't wait for the corner to turn
And the skyline silhouette jackalope
Will reach the water and back i know
We could meet up and play by the ferns
Don't get caught up with your disease
Playing games like droned out teens
Waiting for the bite sized treats
To finish nuking in the unnatural heat
Instead find a tune
Meet a snail under a ruin
In your heart is the rhythm of Gods beat
Then you'll be able to trust your feet
To lead you down the knife
To a genuine life
Bless you child, that's what we all need
Sep 2017 · 268
Morning Game
Rhett Robertson Sep 2017
Remember when we would play for hours every day?
No plans, only skipping and dancing to the next quiet stream
Helping with chores so we could leave that much sooner
Roaming the streets with skateboards and scooters
Amusing the neighbors with our imaginative ventures
We were kids then
Intimidated by nothing
Overwhelmed by everything
So filled by the need for something more

Do you still think about playing in the morning?
Or has it all become a chore?
A tired bore before you can finally sleep some more
A constant repeat of one tv episode
And you can't seem to find that stupid remote
Maybe it's time to unplug, man
There's a tree outside that hasn't been climb since you were three
Maybe it's meant to be?
All I'm saying mi amores is one day we all will swim, jump and run again
In a starlight grove
I miss what we'll become
Sep 2017 · 1.0k
Candlelight
Rhett Robertson Sep 2017
I’ve been on this road for a long time now,
I’ve driven with ease and I’ve broken down,
I’ve heard crows cackles, learned how doves sing,
Crawled through nightmares, flown through dreams,

I’ve driven through the desert, driven through trees,
Eaten off the pavement and dined with the kings,
Through all the hours there’s one thing I’ve found,
You can’t make someone care if you’re not around,

So I’ll call you once I’m found,
Whether I stand up or touch the ground,
Leave the candle lit until I’m free,
Once I’m across this sea,
I’ll find you, and you’ll find me,

I’ve been running around this block for hours,
Just trying to find peace,
I’ve been sitting here, silently, begging for answers,
Maybe one day I’ll know what it means,

I’ve been pulling on cuffs, asking questions about stuff,
that I probably shouldn’t question,
But if I finally shut up, will I be content with myself,
Or be drawn to another burden,
Trying to find something worth this,

So I’ll call you once I’m found,
Whether I stand up or touch the ground,
Leave the candle lit until I’m free,
Once I’m across this sea,
I’ll find you, and you’ll find me,

Through the pavement of gods,
and the cackle of doves,
I’ll find my way back to the sun,
Through the road may be long,
I’ve still got a song,
Just leave that candle light on,

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