with the greenery that surrounds me, (like a falling feeling) just a walk through the open country. It inflates me with an entirely different perspective. (when I drive) after a winter with nothing left, you need a place to rest your head and a great escape to make your hands warm we will sleep again, when we feel it in our blood we will rest our heads, when the time comes i will open up my skin (where's the heart? covered in concrete) and let this small town in with love (it yells "get up, shut up, move on") i will breathe this in (new england trees) let it fill my lungs (reappearing) there should be a scar from the hours we've wasted at work why should living be something we earn? there should be a mark from the launch when we outgrew this earth this ship keeps us safe until we return.