Bottom Line

When I am old and have spent my soul
Building and destroying houses of sand,
Lightbulbs of solid ground,
I hope to come back to this town
And dream down some of these streets,
Speak with some of these trees once more.

For all that I have heard
The only think I know
I will be on that day is tired

But I pray to anything that
I will know some kind of truth
With as much innocent wisdom
As I first knew my mother’s face.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s