Peaceful separation from the sky to the ground. You’re caught up in all kinds of branches, you head straight sideways down. And you make me see and feel home, when home is just emotion from the past. Dancing around with beauty your foot steps turn the ground to glass. Hitching a ride on the current of the wind, my eyes dazzled from your spin, I write a name in the snow, so it goes. So it goes. So it goes. A way.

I’ll see you sharp when I fall asleep. When you’re so close I don’t want to leave. Why do the dead always visit in sleep, when you could call me up in a different reality. My Mother she would call out for home, it took me many years but now I know. That home is a feeling an imprint of happiness in a dark place. I’ll write my name and place a stamp, wherever it goes. So it goes. So it goes, so I’ll go.

You can sing it or hum when you walk along. Pictures make life look the way you want it paired with a song. I’ll listen to them sing and hum along, I’ll keep walking until I’m gone. Until I’m gone. Until your gone. Until it’s all gone.