craft katbuttkid: Ugh.
there's so much to say
So much to express
in some pretty way
about this whole mess
You, me, this town we're in
the sunshine, the commet,
the chilly January wind
and feeling we're on it.
I read some poetry
and think "I like to write"
I see some realty
and think I want to buy
You come to my place and look at photos
I go to your place, I go where you go
I am inspired lately to paint
to cut to sew to cook to clean
You act young, something you aint
you play hard laugh loud just be
I'm usually solo flying
On an autopilot scene
intuition does the driving
you beep onto my radar screen
You'll be here for a while
until you pass on through
until I shoot you outta the sky
one of us will give a queue
I want to be another way
touching ground and touching down
land this craftily built plane
using logic pure and sound
I'm not sure that i
can fly if I am down
Can I be what I must
and trust when I rust
could I keep being me
if I give up my wings
and stop being free?
