i was in a state
around the house
constant disarray
of my thoughts
waiting for a flight
to clear my head
always at my best when i arrive
holiday parade
we laugh, it rains
covered with our hoods
i shield my face
fragile china piece around your neck
celebration drinks
my shirts a wreck
its quiet here
and i have learned to breathe
rest easily
i promise not to leave
the cold has not quite left
your home just yet
artificial heat does its best
mystery of light
prevails tonight
a ring around the moon; we cant decide
in symphony
the earth is turning green
just dirt beneath
no worries at our feet
in symphony
we laugh with all we see
just dirt beneath
no worries at our feet
pacing around
your floor cant be found
clothes on the ground
pacing around
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