I'm in strings
hiding my insides
at least there's
no motherf*cker pulling them

I starve to be empty

a fool
a fool
a fool

with nothing

but I see the seals
being fed fishes
and it reminds me
of you

I have no walls
I have no change of clothes
I have my sh*t in a backpack

but I have a real delusion
or a delusion that will be real
because I'm doing what I want to
to me
you're the one that's poor

with the moon as my lamp
I have dreams you never will

if I never make it
I know
you never did either
for I see you in your box
paying for it
with a seal on your forehead

my dreams
like a wave of desperate streams
so shallow
that I have to kneel to drink
but so long
like an epic song

my eyes look up
into my sky
I want to stretch my hands
through eternity
but for now
I'm here
and you're there
and I may be nowhere
but I'm everywhere
while you're just
somewhere

((((( Jim ))))))

Much merit to portability, so much more than some will ever comprehend.

tnx..for the instant recall
4leaf