Oh Jeez,
please give me the strength to do what I know I must
trust you to bring me to the place I need
feed me with the breadcrumb trail if necessary
scary, you know, so although I understand the hunger
no longer do I know why it’s so meager
eagerness to have real sustenance and permanence
sense calls for striking out for the territory
for the fresh shave, the blank slate, the sweet horizon
I been there before, though, and I’m sick of reason
seasons without cycle are fine for me
we can just follow the leaves, right?
