party wind, and you discover the hidden qualities
of loves and lost
inebriation of the free mind
and the person you always were

About a time in the woods and the person I'd like to be

I can't be because the glory has passed.
There are dreams, but, can they satisfy?
All hope lies in little pictures.
And ideas of the things that cannot.
Of broken jeans and leaves, and bark.
Cover me with that blanket. I see.
I am not right because I cannot be.
And I was raised by something normal.
Used to comfort, fuck it.
I'd take your woods if I could.
And melt your home away.

and if these sunny days would last, i would be tempted to share
but as it is, those feelings come and go
come and go and so on as things do as they do
but as it is, i will stay and ponder