the air is warm
i hear the wind and the trees
i know i'm there
but i'll never be
the wind is soft tonight
the tide is low
and i know the way
sometimes life
it moves too slow
slows to a crawl
and then the poetry is lost
and without speed
hope becomes certainty
and for once i'm certain
a garden is it's own perfect world
where everything has a place
every leaf
every stone
every speck of dirt
but where's my place?
i even tried to get arrested today
but everyone looked the other way
i count the hours
and i count the days
but for once i'm certain
don't want your help
don't need your help
helpless
you found a way to make me say
help me please someone
the water's clear
i see that it's full of dimes
for every wish
i wonder why
why all i want is something beautiful
a place to rest