Two trunks steming
Shared roots
One wild and the other contained
By exemple the other refrains
Churning
One honest, other in hidding
Embarrassed of his seperate half
Both stems, growing and twisting
Witnessing
A dialogue of only movements
Twisting and winding and growing
Same roots
Free
Captive
Branching
Competing
Growing
Twisting
Dancing
I let you in
I shouldn’t have
How many days will it take to purge you
I see your face distracting me
It’s there to judge me
But it’s not
It’s all me
I made you up, inside
I know you’ll leave
It’s a matter of time
Still though, I wish though
You would leave me now
I’ll let you in some other time
No doubt I’m sure, this doubt is mine
I’m longing for you cabin in the woods
That faraway place, alone, undisturbed
Two thousand kilometers West, one thousand kilometers North
Hell let’s make it North of 60
Make some friends up that far
Hopefully or not
Who am I to arrive with my needs
Sure it’s far from here
It’s close to somewhere else
A need to getaway
Connected
Too connected
The idea is better than the wish
A week out there and what will I miss
All of it, you know that’s it
You want to leave
But here’s who you are
A week away, maybe
More than that, doubtful
Maybe 2 or 3 if you’re stubborn
That’s no virtue, don’t you know
Peace and quiet, sure I get it
What you love is the opposite
Need and want, nothing more
Five, six days in a cabin so far
Clear your head
Get back to town
Turn that frown upsidedown
Get over yourself
Isn’t that it
Then why am I so sick of it
I am but I’m not
Stay fluid and don’t get caught
Engines on high
Were heading due East
There must be a hundred boats at least
Parallel lines
All at full speed
It’s foggy and choppy
You see them in the far
A few blinks of there lights is all you get
A few blinks back is all you have time for
Keep it straight and hold full throttle
The storm is roaring and tailing
The clouds are dark and its the middle of the night
Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop
You gotta stay the course
Everyone else is trying to do the same
Every once and in while, you chat over shortwave
It’s enough to keep going
Hope we don’t run out of gas
Hope keeps us going and the fact we’re still alive
We’re loosing so many and many more to come
All in this alone, together, wouldn’t that be nice
Full steam ahead
Where in hell is the coast?
Where in hell is the sun?
Mothy is my alone state
Definitely a depressed mode
Not hopeless, just sad-pensive
Themes aren’t dark but misty
Everything is misty and hazy
Mothy is walking home alone at night with a full moon in bloom
It’s long sleeve weather
It’s foggy, there’s no noise and you’re anxiously walking
Erie and uneasy, what’s hiding in the shadows? kinda weather
You’re not sad, not completely scared
Maybe you had a nice evening and your mind drifts to that recent memory
Until a creak or a crack snaps you back
That’s a Mothy feeling
that’s what I feel
On the spectrum of fight or flight
You’re edging the later
What, start into a full-on sprint?
that would look crazy
What if you see someone you know?
No, you teeter but hold center
Oh that’s froth with Moth
It’s tension and angst
Tug and pull
Left then right
In. then, out.
Feel better?
Not really?
Mothy