I found a place that you can’t touch
I found a high where I don’t come down
Carved my name wit a pocket knife
Stroll my lane
Comb my mane when it’s dark at night
I and I’s in the cosmos
Most
Beautiful I’s that I ever did see
That remains when my mark erased
Like a moth to a flame for the market rate
Wade in the tide
Times, not, willing to wait
But I just don’t care
Good afternoon
After yous
I deal in the absolutes
Exact as a science
One synapse at a time’s how I spend my whole life
It’s a spirit thing
It’s in here
It keeps me from hearing things
There’s not any match
There aren’t any maps
So I go my own way
Always