We are not so different, you and I

no matter what we think

we’re kicking against the traces, bludgeoning

trying to make it sink



We’re stepping into the unknown

peeling layers of the onion right down

cuz that is part of my style to

risk to be left with nothing

in pursuit of chasing something

out of hand

I know, I know don’t tell me



I’ve been on this earth

I know the moon like a friend

I hear a tune or someone sing

feel the beauty in them

these words woman

we have some children

I got memories with you

I wonder how it ends

it’s beautiful yes

what we have chosen

with love in our hands

we have made this garden

& I think I can ride

although I’m not a horseman

but I have a patient mind

& it’s open



We don’t want to walk into the gray

solo rolling with no map in hand

so we reach out for someone to grasp

keep from sinking into the sand



Pick it up now brother help another pick it up

don’t get stuck in the destruction looming near

pick it up now brother help another pick it up

this is the revelation of the year



Picking up all the pieces here and there

to see if one might fit

spinning them around and sideways and up and down

it kinda stings a bit



Digging through all the ditches just unwinding all the stitches into thread

then hang it out to dry so

what was I expecting just collecting balls of lint up in my head?

I know I know don’t yell at me



I know you’re tired of the same routine

you have that look on your face

I think I know what it means

out of sorts in a vast machine

a worker bee up in the scene

never will be the queen

& yes sometimes you have to sting

expose the schemes to unlock the dreams

ignite quicker than the gasoline

to mask everything again in a smokescreen



We don’t want to walk into the gray

solo rolling with no map in hand

so we reach out for someone to grasp

keep from sinking into the sand