...

sometimes I sleep in

well, actually all the time it seems these days

to unwind and unravel

no stress

they are not here

they cannot reach me

they cannot see me

they cannot hear me

I cannot feel their hatred, but

I remember

sometimes I sleep in

well, my hair grew back out and

we found a table on the side of the road and

now it's complete

nothing is missing

everything in it's place

no more shards

no more shatter

and now that I think about it

did it ever even matter?

did I say too much

did I say enough

I came, I saw, I learned and

I spoke

::

speaking of spokes

we're getting bikes

and we're going to ride

and the wind will be in my hair and in my face

and my face will be in the sun

and I will dwell in the light

for the rest of my days

it's just that simple