On My Way Home (Poem 3) Lyrics
- Genre:Acoustic
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
With the weather good right now
About to turn back to the boiler
I sense that I can breathe deeper
That my anatomy relishes this opportunity
To warm the air entering its arena
Pep-talking it into a good state so it can do its job
Stepping off a train
No bags, no money
No sense of who I need to be
Bent branches and twigs born out of everything I break
Small town charm grown up
Now sensible, practical
Wise in its old age
Fantastic
When did it turn from wild, irrational, overzealous to
Imaginative
Spectacular
Wonderful
How much was needed in the way of momentum
To shift favor towards
Fantastic?