your boot was turned the wrong way
on the post out by the highway
- sharp toe pointing to the south
away from where you've been

you're no stranger to the rangers
living dangerously on the edge
- sidewinders in the sagebrush
whispering to the wind

the anasazi built this home
stacking stone one by one
- far above the canyon
of petroglyphs and wrens

i knew i'd find you by the fire
talking to the ghosts of smoke and drum
- in the ruins above the dunes
reminiscing with your friends

- reminiscing, reminiscing
on the blue mesa.

r ~ 11/6/14

My name is happy
People question why my name is a foreign word for my emotions
Happy is what im supposed to be
I am like a typical teenager
Happy on the outside, numb on the inside
I just show how I really feel
I am the pain you can't see within others eyes
I am the cover you use daily
A cover named happy