It's the Archive. 2006-2007
I wrote this one humid day sitting on the rocks hidden in Central Park's forest area maybe first weekend of August visiting Will in NYC with Sean.
Some of us
Have Boxes
Assured a
great feat
to attain.
The giver
of these boxes,
just as you would,
laugh of constrain
Now over here
I have my sphere
transparent quick and cool
I have my roam (room)
to see the world
and yet I perch the stool
It's time to say
I honor my way
my road, my journey, my own
I can see us
trapped in (out)side
Darlin' you gotta leave to come home.
Some of us
Have Boxes
Assured a
great feat
to attain.
The giver
of these boxes,
just as you would,
laugh of constrain
Now over here
I have my sphere
transparent quick and cool
I have my roam (room)
to see the world
and yet I perch the stool
It's time to say
I honor my way
my road, my journey, my own
I can see us
trapped in (out)side
Darlin' you gotta leave to come home.