Last night you slept under a blanket of freedom stitched together by death service and lives of our soldiers
When the world becomes quiet the silence in my mind hits it’s loudest settings
Everyone starts the game but very few finish it, and even fewer actually enjoy it
| Some days I feel like the redneck Confucius. Nobody really understands me, but I can put a sheet on in the mirror, “hmm wuusaaa”, and feel wise. |
| Today’s simply yesterday rolled into hope and yesterday is today rolled into regrets. All we have left is tomorrow which hasn’t been rolled yet. |