Aug. 22nd
Drifting from the last part,
The last start,
Falsified at best,
Abstract to say the least,
You were wondering if this was about you?
If everything I ever tried had to do with you,
But you are all the same, aren’t you?
You aren’t all the plain, I told you,
Now I gather, and so do you,
Now I wonder and so do you,
Now I back myself into a corner,
And I can’t excuse it anymore.
This big state was a fly in,
Been in before,
Trains around,
Trains in town,
Baggage is all you ever came
To claim,
This adventure has wheels,
Has a plane,
Has a plain sign in the middle of it all,
I wasn’t meant to be here,
Meant for it,
Meant for this,
But you wonder the same reason I do,
Are we troubled by that which isn’t the
Reason,
Or is your reason a leave,
A departure,
A ready for it all to take my
Temperature,
It is hot, and burning up,
And so is Texas.
