I would like to write about
All things far and wide
The tingle in the ear
When the energy passes through you
Sunday morning cuisine
The static laughter from a crowd
Made up of friends, old and new
The road of tigers in the wild
The sun setting in Spain
To drinking with the elders
To buying that great friend a drink
Having a lover next to me
Caring for me, naked in the bed
Long car rides with my son
Closing my eyes in the end

I truly believe it is a need
To be scared, and afraid
When it's called for
You need the wake up
As the blood rushes you
Think quick, move faster
Just don't show it
Keep it as your own prize
Let it not be scorned by
The flames of the world
There is nothing worse than
Someone who shows their tell

It hits you like a swing of a bat
Like your first kiss
The recurring dream, night sweats
You're walking down the road
Smiling because you just got paid
Or laid or new jeans, new book so on
Happiness is what you feel, you think
It's actually a dormant mind
Free from the anxiety and impatience
That a conscious mind fights everyday
It's closed eyes, it's bed time stories
You don't feel it when your young
The older we get, further into the cave
We came from the waters
To dry land seeking food
But all we found was the poison
Of working, insanity with love,
Long minds, shorts perception
And this, this morning ritual to keep
So bathe together, drink whiskey
Stare deeply into another mind
Because baby when this is over
They don't serve pain there

It hits you like a swing of a bat
Like your first kiss
The recurring dream, night sweats
You're walking down the road
Smile because you just got paid
Or laid or new jeans, new book so on
Happiness is what you feel, you think
It's actually

Black hole in the bed
Winter is the metaphysical
Car lights and tall trees
Anger in her finger tips
Holding the glass of warm blood
That she took from a store
With no name, just a man
A man with a long grey beard
Telling the same story
Of summer in '78
When he rode his bike down
To the water hole, dead fish & toads
Escaping his father with a bat
Thinking of being all alone

He sailed his boat along the shore
Sipping tequila from a canteen
He had no shirt, no where to go
His home covered 2/3 of the world
This boat was his only possession
Didn't know how to play the guitar
He played his songs every day
Picking up coconuts off the sandy beach
Dreaming of a woman in white sheets

She rolled around all morning
Soft linen sheets, sun rising
an open window, blinds open
Living room bright,
Kitchen still clean
The breeze got her face
Rolling around, carrying her dreams
Empty bottle of wine from last night
Not a care in the world
Unapologetically being herself
Only thinking of music & soft skin
She enjoys a morning, early and calm
Exercising her mind for what's next
A sudden knock on a door
Two big brown eyes, her pupils expand