I like songs about drifters - books about the same.They both seem to make me feel a little less insane. Walked on off to another spot. I still haven't got anywhere that I want. Did I want love? Did I need to know? Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?
i painted a mural in my head
of you reaching across the couch
to touch my shoulder
the mural spans a wall
that was purported to be seen
from outer space in my head
a famous astronaut in my head
later said that this was false
but the rumors continued
in my head and
the people in my head built
rockets in my head
just so they could see
the now worn down image
of you and me in my head