Homesick

The long grass blade waves as we drive by

The trees bend as the winds pass though and around them

Witness an environmental dance

Turning leaves, turning lives, turning us over and over

Leaving memories, we may or may not have to hold

Pictures stuck upon the walls; who are all these people, why don't I recall


Minds drifting torn on down

Bleakest of times ahead, should of thought it through a bit more

No money, no home, no body gives a dam, did it to yourself; is said now

Acceptance was the answer; is it time to fight?

We drove past the long hills, pointed skylines, and etched out concrete jungles

Passing time like stroking myself to long and hoping for more

Nectar's dripping, better run to the kitchen, she loves to cook now