You know a lot can happen after everybody falls asleep. Ask the forest fire, ask the cop walking on the beat. And do right by them, work a little in your dreams.
I dreamt of a fever. One that would cure me of this cold winter set heart. Heats melt these frozen tears. Burned with reasons as to carry on. . Into these twisted months.
So, Im just the medicine. You take when youre sick. You get well and thats it. Im put back on the shelf in your mirror. . And it isnt exceptional. The course of our fate.
Well, morning came. And it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown. Now the shops they are all opening. In that narrow hallway of downtown. . Filled with people who are shopping.
I had girl, I knew she grew, became a woman. Now I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown. We used to roll the windows down and play the music loud.
Meaning is sometimes hard to spot. Begins with the flickering of cigarettes. In the darkness of a dorm room. Somewhere in this suffocated mid west. . But if this is real then I was mistaken.
Some plans were made and rice was thrown. A house was built, a baby born. How time can move both fast and slow. Amazes me. And so I raise my glass to symmetry.