back.
but i never really left
several seasons ive been on the road
i missed the purple hearts bloom
my gear was light
short strides was the routine
it wasnt a problem i thought, it was bulls out there
better to tuck n' dive where i could
but recently, ive been lookin for something larger
something to cut through the masses and this smog which stole all my common sense
how ive long forgotten
was it heady?
was it loamy?
did it take me squinch?
im sure itll come back to me
oh i know it will
its been stained in my hands
a charred map of the way home
and yet,
ive found myself here again
in the alley.
