miracle moments in the great haze
canadas on fire & the weather gets stranger by the day
its not a phase,more so a question of sorts
is what I breathe of ill importance?
"these pretzels are making me thirsty"
loose references so dated & boring
and yet the smiles I seek are so adoring.
I'm not perfect,but Ive never lied to you before...this feeling is too rewarding
mornings picked over a point so new
I think it was when I realized I had to create my own truths
be my own muse
that I realized you were a fuse...one that plays right into my blues
choose your own destiny
remind me of your touring
wording can be like warring
just as love can be tourturing
so again I sit here
lost in the mist
a bliss of folklore
and poof there it went.