Could I be like Jack Kerouac?
This tin of tea visits me and pries apart the cracks
That leak and leak but never trickle to a pour
How could I take the envy when I know I should be more?
Can we say my age is always on my mind and
All I've ever done has never been in time for me
I miss the simple fears that wholeness cell for cell
I miss the way it feels to peel away my shell
But I would trade my decay for a strophe so I may
Even out my evening with an ashen villainelle
And can we say my age is always on my mind and
All I've ever done has never been in time for me
It's hard to breathe
When you're high
Can we say my age is always on my mind and
All I've ever done has never been in time for me