Summer
Misdirection,
Misinformation,
Missed in the beach and,
Missed in the wind,
Missed in the time spent trying to
Not be it.
What ride it has been,
Where you want to hide and live it again,
And now you are far from home,
And far from now,
If this was love then it is just a beginning,
Can we live this,
And even stand it with a little bit of
Poverty?
Are you missed,
Or are you dismissed?
Cause I am here, and I know it has to be real.
Do you keep,
Do you store?
Do you steal,
Is that a thing?
I was misdirected once,
Searching for the fountain to drink from.
I know you think I don’t watch, or even see,
But this here is about a stand out,
And a can’t stand it when I am gone,
Away,
And wanting more.
I love the travel,
And the move around,
But you are the loving sound I get to now,
I will stand it if I need to.
Loud noises,
Louder now with it.
I won’t stand it if you start
Saying something different.