What to make of the old place
Feeling more nostalgia
Then when I left
A place behind
In time
Change
We all move on
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A Place Behind
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Sand Man
Fallen into the depths
Of a quick sand
No plan
What’s left
Of a ruined man
Falling quickly away from the
Eyes
Under a clear drawn blue
Sky
If we ask why
We understand
That you can not build a house
Upon a lie
Plan Man
Plan man
Ran again
With a strand
Of uniquely
Bland
Grit
And sand
All around the town
Looking around
While talking down
Plan man
Comes again
Rush Man
Rush man
In immediate notice
How fast can you go
Flowing with this
Rush man
Rush limit
Get it done
Try to win it
Down Town
There is always up
And there is down
Town
Feeling not so great
By still around
Looking up at the sky
As the winds barrel down
In this town
Worried Know
I worry
I know
What is set
In time
Must be let go
How is it
That everyday I hope for the same
But days end are always strange
I am worried
And I know
Of changes coming
Where I go
Untitled Treasure
Untitled treasure
In a chemical wasteland
Can I even understand
A land
That goes well beyond
My own years
My own tears
Made up
Makeup
Destroyed
Untitled treasure
No way to measure
With a single hand
Head Up Fingers Down
Head up fingers down
Pressing button sound
Keeping it rolling
One more time
One more rhyme
Or beat
Or anything really
Just keep it rolling
On down the street
Checked Table Mats
Checked table mats
Late night pizza joint
Family owned
A mumble of patrons
A brew of beers
Groove
In the late night pizza shop
Love late into the night
After the game
A win was had for the gip
All hailed after long trips
Into the hometown
Being around
Tonight
Pizza
Pizza and the soul
Have a connection
A full bellies
Connection
That I can not explain
Nor do I understand
