Saturday, June 10, 2006

1991

The desire to hear
What you're up to
As a tale of glory
Is so strong in me
I go running to have
Something to do

I keep my head down
And my face clean
My mind stays busy
I think the world
Of everything
You do and say

The waves crash
Over the mountains
The sky falls
Into the trees
The birds land
In your hair

The words all
Get back to work
The sun feeds
The great bicycle
I wake up from dreams
Of group therapy

You so and so
You in such trouble
Come here right now!
I'm paying bills
Sun on dirty windows
Tell me a story