It will be okay
I'll make it simple.
We all know it will be just fine.
I don't mind the time that it will take.
I don't live in fear. The peace it brings me
is inexplicable.
Yea. That's what he wants to think. He wants to think
it's grand. Like a waterfall, like our warm sand.
The countryhouse sitting aside the salty air and water.
The white picket fence.
Slight gray skies.
I do too.
The cold snow.
Engines.
Mystery.
It's mine anyway, there can't be two that want the same thing, right?
Maybe. But I care less and less. So does he.
Maybe they will. Maybe they'll be gone in the morning and we'll all smile.
Eventually.
Because we always smile.
Eventually.
And I don't lie.
It gets me in trouble.
Him too.
Who is he? Is he the one in ice and furs, western boots,
the 50's conformaty, hippy shoes, loss of brain cells,
moon boots?
Will he fly to the sky for you?
I broke out. And it knocked me out.
Just to feel this way.
Does he?
Does he what?
So smile.
Close your eyes.
Because you know just as much as me.
