there's gotta be a little bit in you and me.

Where did you get that scar, old man?

And does it carry to your heart?

If I sent you mail, would it heal a little?




I like symmetry, and order –

even if it does not suit me, or myself.

Perhaps this face is going places, after all!

Not today, or tomorrow.

But soon.

It’s going on a bus; in love

and with love, to a far away place.

Painting on the side, changing every day

(or every week, at least.)

We’ll visit, if you wish

and maybe I’ll change the world.




Not today, or tomorrow.

But soon.