So I wonder what happens now
And how do I fix it?
Settled in my bones for so long
written in my veins
I can’t figure it out,
you still drive me insane.
But I’m hollow and I’m empty
and I want you to think
that your hold on me
isn’t as tight as it really is.
These tapes are worn out
from gliding so effortlessly.
Next song, please.
You can try really hard, to remember the words, but I don’t think you even listened to the whole song.

I miss the sticky heat
The return to freedom
Bare foot drives
Down this bumpy road
Curved off into the water
A thousand different lights
And discovering what ticked
for me, for you
And how could I forget
those sweet summer vibes
A moody tune, soft and slow
Swaying so cool through the branches
lifted up gently, mixing with the cicada rhythm, like smoke in still air.
the lighting bugs twinkle on and off
in their hazy, yellow glow.
I drift back and forth through these memories
And I am no longer regretful of any thing I’ve done or anything I’ve given up
These chain of events, pre determined or otherwise, have led me to a path of progression, self discovery, and given more questions for me to answer.
My head will never be full.
I am summers child.
I crave the warmth that only she can provide.

Twisted and stretching,
my arms open up.
And to relax, I have no capacity.
Try to understand it,
my new self realizations.
Analytical reductions,
of mind, body, and spirit.
It looks so easy for you,
and still I wonder;
What is it like to be carefree?
I don’t think I’ll ever know.

Some restless sunlight
Pouring him into my head
When I thought everything was fresh
Expired I sit, ready for the routine.
With all things working, I try to impress.

That old familiar feeling 
I change with the seasons
and I hear the sun calling my name
but I’ll take what I can get
whenever that time comes
I know it won’t matter
yes or no
maybe
I’ll finally be home.