record collector

i'm tired of saying

that i won't get lost ever again

who knows

maybe i will

and everywhere i go there i'll be

with a rust old rake in a pile of leaves

oh my

truly daunting

but my blue eyes cannot see

that their real hue's probably green

i should keep records of these things

and i'll know what yesterdays bring

i

i'm not really sure

but i'm starting to think that i've been here before

who knows

maybe i have

and everywhere i went there i was

with a choir of bees they were all a buzz

oh my

how amusing!

but my blue eyes cannot see

that their real hue is probably green

i should keep records of these things

and i'll know what yesterdays bring

but one time

there was this one time

when i swore god

she spoke to me

and she told me

oh yes she told me

of all the wonder that she could bring

and i said

won't you