snowin in July
my girls mouth on my toes
complainin old ghosts
in bedsheets of love
Christmas
in my legs
a strange start to summer
but I gave it all up
in time to wonder

just when I thought
I knew what I wanted
a dirty old man reminds me
I'm young
experience
the truth of all colors
think it out
feel it up
but do it right now

>> how long 'til I'm real
>> I long to be real
>> how long 'til I'm real
>> left home to live
>> and I did

trippin all alone...

I've travelled miles
because of my head
I've sang to myself
to keep me from going mad
the land as my bed
I slept beside the road
the ground is my friend
I became the road
the longer I'm gone
changin on the go
the better I'll know

mother and dad
can only give you so much
so I gave it to myself
in the real world, love
twenty first century
mind expansion
I wrote my own poems
'cause I lived 'em