The things we hold on to age us
Heavy loads pressing down on our
Shufflin feet, drawing traces through the forest
across our faces,
see the things I've seen?
They live on in me telling me
Telling you, telling what's
The story morning glory
something's Got to go
give. then....
Ah yes, I too have been here
The helplessness in the face of
Time
Marching over our hopes and dreams
pulling back our many-fingered grip
The soft part of our bare bellies
learning
how to be
how to be
