On My Way Down There
I love looking at their shoes, their luggage the cover of the book, magazine they are reading. I wonder what CD is in their player. I wonder if they are happy they are going, happy they are leaving or sad they are going; sad they are leaving. Maybe they don't know. I love this part this in between neither here nor there Your body anyways. Are our minds always in two places? Well, here I sit in my pumpkin pie, turtleneck, cable, cotton sweater, my ankle length, boot cut, wish they were vintage jeans. Glad the Pumas were only 15. Here I am sad, my friends I leave back at home All that is in the direction I am going is a job, an apartment, and school which my mind isn't really into. And a crush, but they are easy to find. They always leave you sore. So, what is there? Maybe I should be leaving, maybe I should be going Boredom can't always drive me away Although, yes, I hope it does. I am never fond of stale are you? Why not fresh, with a longer exp...