To want, and to wait.
I don't want to wait.
13 weeks to wait for
And I'll wait for you

Before the mount, there was the desire-
spectacular tastes of the tidy and gentle kind
where refreshing blows push against the winds of time and place
and i become whole, complete once again
but the folly is mine, because that cannot exist.
and here i am as i am...here
contrary to the salty dreams i once dreamt
this place is a hole, a mess to get buried in
i didn't escape, but i came back to what once was
buried in the fashionable heap.
but there is a way to find the desire of the refreshed
and it comes through with the effort of patients
the clock ticks 123 like the body it moves
and to develop into the complete once again

I do miss the joys of home.
But here there is a history to love.
A place to raise a family,
cultured and rich.
Not of the New World. It seems too old.
But of the past to make the present a beauty.

Do not grow. You would keep the world from me.

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