@@zackfive7347 wandering lost on the corner of 31st gathered in the front yard of my house frozen in time like pictures in a photo book i put those dreams on hold and bury them underground i marked a spot with a name a place on a map that reads come back when a place on a map that reads come back when you’ve changed every year i find my way again sometimes with a compass but mostly it just happens i stumble on a garden overgrown a harvest of the worst things that i have ever known and every year i ask and every year i ask have i changed enough have i changed enough to pick the flowers always i wonder if all of the pictures will he just as bad as i remember walking the rail at the train stop it’d never been so cold in September
wandering lost on the corner of 31st gathered in the front yard of my house frozen in time like pictures in a photo book i put those dreams on hold and bury them underground i marked a spot with a name a place on a map that reads come back when a place on a map that reads come back when you’ve changed every year i find my way again sometimes with a compass but mostly it just happens i stumble on a garden overgrown a harvest of the worst things that i have ever known and every year i ask and every year i ask have i changed enough have i changed enough to pick the flowers always i wonder if all of the pictures will he just as bad as i remember walking the rail at the train stop it’d never been so cold in September
