chipped

led by now who knows will see
led to see something far away from the
deasert
like the skys here hold something different in the air
less breath
less human content
so whats the matter
with wanting to be an anchor tied to land
like the quick sand never came
i still dig my wholes and build castles out of air
someday ill rest my head
and bury all my apprehension under ground
i did pack my shit up too come home
so I'm stuck in the same way i thought being away was a fuck up now I'm here
with the wonders and crooks
went to bed today in a really simple way
just in no cause and friction over these frozen streets
hard to find like good dirt and something to grow
a harvest and a way of life
no work no true religion
a place that is mine but not proud of it.