Indian summer day
Blackened out night
The games I play inside
To want the things I have not
And when I reach the destination
Somehow their value lost
Once upon a time
I could control myself
Got the news today
Of your passing
Your final call for help
So easy in my mind
To find that place
And to really let go
Hard to swallow that
You had the strength
To go through with it
And now here we all are
On the other side
Of the crash
Talking about how
We all knew your pain
Getting lost in my own mind today
So many different voices
Speak; all they at once
Tell me all day long
What they want
What they think I should do
Not even giving myself
A real chance to tell myself
What I really want to do
Just taking time away from you all
The garden again
How I missed your flowers
Sometimes I need to dig
Just to remember what it was
To dig
In the garden
My garden of shame
You keep me safe when they don’t
You stay when they leave
Even when the sun dies
You brighten my mind
My cemetery in time
My garden of blame
How I needed to walk
Through your isles today
The warm dirt on my feet
The chemistry of danger
At every door
Unleashing strangers
Manifesting escapes
Oh the soil still taste
The same
Indian summer day
Blackened out night
The games I play inside
To want the things I have not
And when I reach the destination
Somehow their value lost
Once upon a time
I couldn’t lose myself
