Feel so lonely, when you’re not here. Feel so lonely, when I can’t hear.

Feel so lonely, for yesteryear. Hold me tight now, cuz I am here.

Breaking the waves of innocence paves…a way.

Rockin and rolling ‘til the night lights sway.

Hoping and wondering for another way.

Finding myself in yesteryear.

Feel so lonely when you’re not here. Feel so lonely when I can’t hear.

Finding my way in the atmosphere. Taking my time to feel.

Shaking my mind, to heal. Running time, it’s a wheel.

Feel so lonely without you. Find myself without you.

Cry my health, without you. Only by myself, without you.

One day the sun will say. Keep your faith every day.

Take a break from wanting it that way. Gotta stop FEELING this way.

Feel so lonely when you’re not here. Makes me think I cannot hear.

All the emotions we always fear. Feel so lonely, is that a tear.

Rolling and falling and landing alone again.

Does this story always end…with hopes and friends.

Calling and shouting am I alone again?

Waiting for someone or something to mend.

Feel so lonely when you’re not here. Makes me crazy, but it’s not clear.

Hanging on to yesteryear. Tell me you want me and I’ll be here.

I’ll be here. I’ll be here.

The crest upon the meadow yields, the calls of nature. Animal’s sounds muting those sounds of our forgotten departure. Burning those grounds extinguishing the hounds howling at the vials of our embarkations into a disaster. Sailing free beneath our reasons. I see believing in the dreaming of those grounds. Our souls hounding beyond those beliefs of today and yesterday. Hoping again, the optimism will help us find a way…scrolling and unfolding like relics in a thick book. Pages and ages rolled tightly and turning like a knife cutting years off time. Spreading our wings until they converge…and flying safely home…breaking the rules. Someone said, you have to attune…to the many feelings we like to resume. We’re fighting the ocean before we’re consumed. It’s just another flood of emotions to include.

On the meadow, I don’t fear the calling. I sit down on the green grass…until I’m revealed…in the sun, the moon, the clouds, the rain, the wind, the feeling of…I’m exempt from them.

On the meadow, the nature calls. Loud sounds to mute my cause. You’re okay, I’m just crazy in a way…trying hard to get through every day…I don’t care what you say. I’m just venting anyway.

The crest upon the meadow yields the calls of nature; it’s just how I feel today. It’s how I feel…today. Don’t care anyway. Just another day…to feel this way…that’s all I’m gonna say today.

Even with the howl of the cold wind, and the warmth of smoke on my fingertips…I can still hear the train.

I have forgotten the confines of the day; there is nobody telling me what to do now. I can still barely hear footsteps intruding briefly, before fading away into silence.

Looking at the stars I observe galaxies; their brightness in the night sky an affirmation of my insignificance. Stars painted in the form of diamonds glittering upon black velvet, opening a door for Man’s existence with a glimmer of hope.

Sometimes I hear the train when it is not there. It is in my head, the sound resonating within tension without intent. Sometimes the footsteps are deafening.

Even in the cold as the wind blows loud…I can still hear the train…some days.

Is it butterflies?…this new feeling inside, or do they only flutter in the spring haze glow where the flowers are open…when the butterflies fly by?

And this face? Is it just the beauty of a green field growing wild with a rainbow smile at a break in the trees nearby…or is it happiness?

Are these bright flowers in a bunch my feelings today, as your company seems to make me say and your heart it seems has found a way…into my life?

It is my strife, to take a knife and cut away the madness to lessen the sadness I feel when you are not around. I miss you…as I hear the sound of butterflies in August.

Fluttering by, are these the reasons why I see your face in every place there are reflections?

And, the butterflies go by as the flowers comply doing as they are told with no resentment.

Is it warmth when I feel your mind, or is it the passion you seem to fashion when I press my lips upon your actions…taking away the nectar?

Is it the sun I use for direction when it lets me know you are the correction to my life?

And finally, I shall listen, and you will see as we agree the only sound that will be found is the sound of butterflies in August.

Feeling down tonight…all good, out of sight.

Won’t feel better ’til the morning light.

Pull on your clothes for another role.

Lay down to rest, deep breaths on your chest.

Dogs barking about your past…time’s waiting to test.

It always rains in Carrollton when the sun goes down…have I been found?

It always rains in Carrollton when the sun goes down…you better hope you don’t drown. 

Feeling down tonight…don’t wanna let those dogs bite.

Won’t feel better ‘til the morning light.

Find a way to be your best.

Lay down to rest, deep breaths, deep breaths.

Dogs still barking about the rest.

It always rains in Carrollton…I can hear the sound.

It always rains in Carrollton when the sun goes down.

Can you hear the sound?

Too late, take a phone break.

Too many suckas in my wake.

Always telling me what I need, like deer feed.

Don’t wanna rustle, get killed in the hustle.

Takin’ my time, cuz I did my time.

Sleeping tomorrow, cuz it ain’t a crime.

Watching the others just like my brothers.

Alright?

Running through the night, ain’t no peace in sight.

Singing and ringing ‘til my ears stop stinging.

Listening to you like I’m trapped in a zoo.

Alrilght?

Needing some time for filling my mind.

Don’t have to be cruel, but I ain’t no fool.

You just gotta wait while I make the rules.

Nah I’m cool, just playing the blues.

Dark tonight like every night.

Deer barking, and I’ll be alright.

(Warning! Profanity!)

From bats,…like a heart attack, they virus spreads…they ain’t no lookin back. Stay home like a fuckin drone…wear a mask complete the task…you know. Listen to those Govs and Classes cuz, you know those mugs…mutha fuckas saying they don’t do drugs…

Like an actor, I’m a disaster…in the Taming of the Shrew…like a Shakespearean enactor. I got bleach wipes, butt wipes, hand tights, a fucked up insight…blind like a bat fighting the night…looking for a cure so we don’t all say goodnight.

Wake up, shake up that…one last…maybe yo last…breath of air. Don’t compare to them over there…in their underwear…they beat the heart, said fuck talk. They don’t care. Man!!…fuck those trolls…livin MY life before it dissolves. Take yo roll calls, protocols, mutha fucking stay at home calls…yo curfews, yo perfumes, yo six feet work rooms. Take a break in yo car…yeah…yeah…driving without a mask.

Like wipin that Ass…with the toilet paper stash…it’s like cash, and the cash, the cash is running out fast…it ain’t gonna last….shit. And the leaders, and believers pretending to be see-ers…like a slab of deer…at a wet market in…you know where. At a Covid wake…make no mistake…praying and bending in a hoodie with a gathering and a rendering of hope. Yo vape cloud I’m proud…It don’t take much to know…what’s goin on…yeah…yeah. It don’t take much to know.

Drivin without a mask…yeah, yeah…mmhmm…yeah…without a mask!