The stork dropped me off at the outlet... Story of my life, just this and nothing… More I know the less I want to get in… Voluntary smiles drifting from my… Facing up to facts I’d rather not a... Dress feels right with the ocean… Mister Rogers made me cry in public… -Cation rights will be sold to my therapist So add it to the list... It’s awful hard to miss. My self-adulation, exaggerate my... Self flagellation, exacerbates my… Sanctification in the morning... Exasperation in the evening... The changing of the guard… Add another punch to my card. Losing track of time at the kitchen… Sinking feeling fine, compartmental-I... Sing in traffic jams, stay safe washing... Tons of people buying all the frozen... Piece of mind escapes down the rabbit… Holy smokes, this coffee’s giving me the… Shvitzing about things I simply can’t con... Trolling complements from grocery workers... From total strangers… Going berserkers. My self-adulation, exaggerate my... Self flagellation, exacerbates my… Sanctification in the morning... Exasperation in the evening... The changing of the guard… Add another punch to my card. Talking to the walls, tick-tock tick-tick... Talking to the walls, tick-tock tick-tick... Talking to the walls, tick-tock tick-tick... Talking to the walls.

As I sit and stare at the fire's light, I feel alive, I feel all right. It's a wicked world, how the wind does blow. She ebbs and flows, she ebbs and flows. All the images and words, I've seen them on the screens, like a shadowed bird floating in and out of dreams. Oh, I'm going somewhere...and I'll see you there. Oh I know I'm going somewhere, I just don't know where. I found peace on silent streets. Sky falling. 2020. Change is slow and I'm moving fast. Try to make it last, oh it's in the past. When you're standing tall they'll try to knock you down a peg. If you stumble, if you fall, there's still time to get ahead. Oh, I'm going somewhere...and I'll see you there. Oh I know I'm going somewhere, I just don't know where. Self actualization is not guaranteed. And a self-saboteur is nothing to be. Please turn away, there's nothing to see. But take another glance cuz nothing is free. I'm just a letter in a book in a library, tucked between the pages so forget about me. Oh no!

Browsing Wayfair chairs on the airport stairs, and all the stares are making me jumpy. At the baggage claim I make my claim to fame, just a game, all the same to buy a coffee. This veggie plate that I masticate is catered to the cadence of the carefree. In my crampy left hand tanned in no-man's-land, holds tangential to the timbre of my heartbeat. So call in the doctor, call in the nurse, I think my little brain is fit to burst. Walk under a ladder, or step on a crack I need a little penny to knock me from my track. I need a little penny, just one to befriend me, I need a little penny to knock me from my track. I've got the handle from the panel on the sandalwood scandal, lighting candles before the hamotzi. And all this therapy is never there for me, the poorest part of parting with a copay. There's a leech or creature in the water feature and I beseech her to reach for the cosmos. On a lark we embark to the puppy park, hark to the bark of the dogwood. So call in the doctor, call in the nurse, I think my little brain is fit to burst. Walk under a ladder, or step on a crack I need a little penny to knock me from my track. I need a little penny, just one to befriend me, I need a little penny to knock me from my track. Hello, is this as fast as this thing goes? Is this still normal ebb and flow? Attention! Tension head to toe. Hello, will my back break after it bows? Or just get stronger as I grow? I guess that's just how these things go. Hello. Hello. Hello.

Been bridging the gap with an insufficient road map Rose of winds affixed askew LADADADADA Extrapolation of not bringing home the bacon, got a self propelled list of things not to do Losing focuses, wishing-wells and crocuses, the croaking from the pond feels a little too real. There’s a thin line between feeling awful and fine, lost the orange, left with the peel Following signs for standing in lines for auto-paying fines for life Contemplating mountaintops, Calculating roadtrip stops, Complicated world this is, California vestiges With experience comes some scrapes and dents...but it beats just sitting on the fence. Please beware of me, this forced sincerity, it’s easy to mistake a grimace for a grin. Misused tropes, misanthropes, miss the mark, begin again My propensity to find the mensch in me, please mention me to your neighbors and your friends Crooked looks from the pages of a spooky book, tabletop littered with dead ends Crunching the numbers, successes or blunders, apathy or wonder per day Candlelit hypothesis, canceling the Netflix, captivating fortitude, candy-coated attitude With experience comes some scrapes and dents...but it beats just sitting on the fence.

Feeling tired, uninspired, wish they fired me last year. I'm the liar in the choir, light a fire under here. Taxing, unrelaxing, maxing out our backs by six, If it was my way then the highway would be miles of stones and sticks Been chided, fried, divided like an eggwhite from its yolk Shoulders tense, I'm on the fence, will this suspense relent? I hope! Divine encounters, interstate reststop The road ahead will rise and fall. A Ghost is smiling from the desktop Memory of an evening's call Oh so eager for the meager family-fever, feeling fine It's a dustoff from the rest of frustration; fir and pine. Piousness and biases discourage bathroom breaks My fortitude is misconstrued, polluted with outtakes This name is "Giver", got a quiver full of slivers on my back. It's a quandry when the laundry from last Sunday will attack Hummingbirds at the Roosevelt Diner The candles glow as the sun goes down Onion rings only after midnight Ecstatic silence heading back to town The mourning doves are calling, calling. Melancholy calms me down. The mourning doves are calling, calling. Melancholy calms me down. The mourning doves are calling, calling. Melancholy calms me down. The mourning doves

The wind whispers weak to the solitary pine, way out on the old hillside. Where the roots spread wide and all else has died, these rings have seen nearly everything. The bedrock's cold, and the soil holds secrets of bloody red iron. There is no sound where the water seeps down, From a seed that's birthed maintains its worth. What a site to behold... When all that is old.. Has had enough and calls our bluff, it's time to pay the toll. Been standing here for 200 years, still in infancy. But the fumes and exhaust were the ultimate cost. These fossil fuels have no golden rule. There's a chill on the hill that's fit to kill, reflected in the dull axe steel. A vascular massacre, as the fibers split, we'll pay for it. What a site to behold... When all that is old.. Has had enough and calls our bluff, it's time to pay the toll. A splintering sound of a chorus sung in rounds, as they hit the ground and the dust settles down. All the cities and towns will be shrouded and bound, going down down down, never to be found. Oh the year of the tears and the fears is getting near when the trees and the deer disappear. So with a final cheer to the wrench thrown in your gears, take a look in mirror as you disappear. What a site to behold... When all that is old.. Has had enough and calls our bluff, it's time to pay the toll.

Well it must be fate, I broke the Coffeemate, Now I'm chewing on the grounds. Did you miss the waif with the mystery-chafe? Life's beauties can't be bound. On the mountaintops all the fountains stop, I think there's something in my eye. Forget the bucket brigade, call in an air raid, For these polysaccharides. Oh the weathervane is rather vane, turning any which way it pleases, Then without a thought, ready or not, Blows away with slightest of breezes. I've made this mess. Or has this mess made me? Trying my best not to get the best of me. I need to rest. And find the rest of me. Gesticulating in jest like the bees... Just like the bees... Just like the bees And I'm killing time...This time it's killing me. It happens all the time... Brewing cups of toxicity...Talk sick to me Oh that windowsill I think of still carrying the gentle summer breeze, But the devastation of a foreign nation was whispering in the trees. Oh those tattered sleeves and old pressed leaves that we pressed between the pages, When you don't know what's left, is this identity theft? Those leaves unlock our cages Bupbupbupbupbupbupbupbupbup I've made this mess. Or has this mess made me? Trying my best not to get the best of me. I need to rest. And find the rest of me. Gesticulating in jest like the bees... Just like the bees... Just like the bees And I'm killing time...This time it's killing me. It happens all the time... Brewing cups of toxicity...Talk sick to me I swore I'd never write a love song. I swore I'd never write another love song. I guess I swear, I guess I swear this is the last love song.

With a nod to the broad, a backslap to the chap. Oh I'll meet you somewhere in between that gap. Might need a map. Just an undercover Cover Girl, and oyster and its pearl. A flag that's been rolled up for years waiting to unfurl. For the whole world. Pushing limits, pulling back, inconsistent, must relax. Stealing glances, window frames, confidence, down the drain. A daisy in a garden bed with weeds all gone to seed Occupying space that the flowers need. Oh how they feed. There's a mean old son of a gun, who sits where I am sat With a Tommy Bahama shirt and unfortunate MAGA hat His world is flat Pushing limits, pulling back, inconsistent, must relax. Stealing glances, window frames, confidence, down the drain. Developed an affinity, diluting my salinity, redefining masculinity, refining femininity. Refining femininity Refining femininity Refining femininity Diluting my salninity

An opportunity cost to emoting, and inflation rates are a crying shame. I never understood economics. All the micro and macro just feel the same. There's a premium on being happy, and all the debt associated with your name. There's a pricetag on our smiles. Every month I work I lose another tooth. Taking personal time is such a struggle. I've got a triple-threat shift at the kissing booth. A perpetual case of the Sundays. There's a mourning dove calling from my youth. But where the hell have I been? Now the moon is out again. I guess I'll take a mulligan again, as graceful as I am. An itemized list of your value. The going rate for an arm ain't much. Disingenuous set of responses. 'I'm great, I'm fine", just another crutch. When reality invades your dreamscape, try to give reality a dreamer's touch. When trickle-down pleasure's getting tricky, leaving faded whispers of laughter-lines. Looking forward to night of distractions. It's midnight again and I'm right on time. And I'm limiting my interactions. My phone's not broke, pretend it is sometimes. But where the hell have I been? Now the moon is out again. I guess I'll take a mulligan again, as graceful as I am. I wish that I could find the balance existing between under and over whelmed. There's a fickle fate to having hobbies. This is the place where the snuff was filmed. And I vaguely recall hearing about sleeping. At this point French Roast has taken the helm. But where the hell have I been? Now the moon is out again. I guess I'll take a mulligan again, and again, and again, til.....the end.

I knew you at the top of the hill, I knew you with your song. I knew you on that old tree swing, with bare feet on the lawn. I knew you at the coffee shop, when your knees touched mine. I knew you at Lincoln Park, June 10th, under the pines. I knew meaning when I found you, oh darling, I know love when I found you. I knew happiness, honey, when I found you. I knew love when I found you. I knew you on the mountains peak, and at the shore of the lake. I knew you in the kitchen, on my birthday making a cake. I knew you at campsite 15, by the river's side. I knew you on the Honda's roof watching the seabirds dive. I knew meaning when I found you, oh darling, I know love when I found you. I knew happiness, honey, when I found you. I knew love when I found you. I knew you in that ocean cave, you thought the tide was rushing in. I knew you with that pink balloon, at the Madonna Inn. I know you here and ever more, and as this family grows. I know you from the top of your head to the bottoms of your toes. I knew meaning when I found you, oh darling, I know love when I found you. I knew happiness, honey, when I found you. I knew love when I found you. I knew love when I found you. I knew love when I found you!