on back porches at night
glancing at moons that aren't bright enough
and I pray
that today will be the day
that makes the difference
I could reference Buddah when I need peace
but I'd much rather look inside for serenity
in the hope that I'll find it
and one day I will
and it will cover carcasses of dead inhibitions
bury then with the dirt of freedom
and I'll be able to be one
of them people who look back in wonder of how they got over
walk upright without looking over my shoulder
because the past and the future are all working together for the good of the right now
and how that happens I don't know
but I won't run away
be ok I will
and still
stand
or sit
but with renewed purpose
in the land of a million dreams realized
and be at home there.
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