it's like this

it’s the violent shift between forth and fifth
keys change. heads lift
and tomorrow’s sorrow’s like a subtle lisp

‘yeah yeah yeah,
they don’t love you like i love you’

as another country side rolls subtly by
and the jersey shore silently crys’
you ask what it’s like.?
anyone can write, it’s ink paper and life
placed and paced down over extensive devotion or movements of emotion

‘yeah yeah yeah
they don’t love you like i love you’

there’s time for us all
and a time for to stand down and fall,
and i’m all about not givin up
but
sleep has it’s way whether i like it or not
and i‘m moreover convinced that i’ve come home to rest
and time
at it’s best
is of me at and an end

simple things children
simple things....
like her ocean...
that’s a good one
like my trees
and the sway in them
all the wine and time
where faces blur
but you know you're fine like
wind through hair
or the memory sents
in fresh cut grass
and the child like ways that linger there
and all the children’s care free childhood cares

wait
they don’t...
like i....
you....

every notes exit wound
every shots on time tune
every bands fatal beat and groove

‘they don’t love you
like i love you’

someone, if they could, please tell father time to sit back and watch
just in case he wants any face to grace this place for more than the time it takes for you to
wait....

cause i’m tired,
but moreover convinced that i’ve come home to rest
oh the distraction of those memory sents
make one want to exists but
wait

it’s like this.....