i want to wear you like my favorite tshirt.
i want to play a fuzzy sweater song; the kind you can put on and on and on.
the perfect shoe fits like a glove.
i want to drive fast in a fancy car.
i dream of travel; going away too far.
maybe to return on a shooting star.
i want to kiss and hug someone a little to long.
i want to find somewhere i belong.
that place where i can say and do little wrong.
i want to sit and be so still.
i want to run and dance and whip.
maybe find a stream and swim.
keeping options open, mind ajar.
or close it up and go within, have happy hour inside my head.
lay down for too many days in bed.
forgo the invite, forget to clean.
maybe be nasty, rude, even mean.
does it even matter if no one hears you scream
does it even matter if they did.
i ask it to the abyss.
the reply comes echoed back and is this...
no and yes and yes and no.
you can come and you can go.
it doesn't matter what or when.
you can suck and you can blow.
because we just don't know.