A transcription of my thoughts
Finds the right side of finely ground dreams
I begin mapping scone crumbs on open newspapers
With the realization this may be my last good chance
To unravel my mistakes of winter
A transcription of my thoughts
Finds the right side of finely ground dreams
I begin mapping scone crumbs on open newspapers
With the realization this may be my last good chance
To unravel my mistakes of winter
Through the windshield, they are far in the distance
Yet I turn my head and gaze out the window, I only see a blur
Unfocused streaks leaving colored tails in their wake
Deserving of more than a moments glance
Yet it’s impossible to rewind and step back into each scene
I can only look back and reminisce fondly
The symmetry of complicated winds
Follow a bend without an end in sight
As pages of signed guestbooks with made up names
Fall from forty stories up and settle at the side of the road
.
Folded notes telegraphed through two way mirrors
Ignore rain drop prayers that flow beneath the surface, unnoticed
Salted miracles covered in rose petals search for a moment of silence
As captive roads sing in hushed tones calling your name
.
Lost numbers found in random open windows
Lyrics without a melody tattooed on my chest
A reminder of the moment I embraced the turning point
Backward glances lessen, letting go