Fade away
in the storm clouds coming,
maybe they’ll
wash away the ground.
Eyes afraid,
but I can’t blame ’em
the brave are hardly ever found.
Wandered away
from the dense city,
tripping over painted lines.
Ergotamine gods take no pity
on any one who’s arriving blind.
Speaking words
aren’t all magic.
We trip over our tongues.
Tell the story,
always tragic,
seems like they’re the only ones
that they remember
when the rain comes down
and no one else is around.
Losing days,
but finding the moments.
Doing things
to keep moving on.
Got to keep
this plane in motion.
If it stops,
it’s going down.
Lines on my face
and scars on my hands,
sometimes
I don’t recognize ’em.
Snow on the plains,
but I’ve got plans,
lost for now,
but I’m gonna find ’em.
Can’t seem to forget,
or remember.
The future isn’t clear
and the past is gone.
I think this is gonna
go on forever,
but for me
forever’s not that long.
Sun will come
and I’ll seek the horizon.
Maybe to the mountains,
maybe to the sea.
Stay the hell
out of cities,
lift my eyes up
and try to be free.
HG – 2022
