I woke up this morning and I couldn't recognize...
My face in the mirror and I couldn't find...
the keys because I have to go to work...
to a street I don't remember,
have I been here since, last december?
I think I took a train last night...
From the city, I ran away from the light....
headed to a place in the country-side....
Driving by town-sheds of timber...
have I been here since, last december?
There were people who cared...
But something was missing...
And I hope it wasn't a mistake to leave my friends...
But it wasn't because I just felt like walking....
I didn't have a place to go but I just kept going...
to wake up here this morning and a voice in my head did whisper....
Have I been here since, last december?
I met a few who changed me forever...
But what was the longing for the mountain blueberries...
and the smell of asters.....
There wasn't a moment, not enough time..
For me to realize what I left behind....
But these skies I dont remember..
Have I been here since, last december?
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