shuffle

[RaspberrySwirl]

dirty jeans
faded smile
a long ways to walk
when it's a crooked mile
a southern girl
framed and out of place
against the
backdrop
of industrial waste
the cotton fields
from where i come
a long way from home
shuffle out to the cold streets
i'm a stranger anywhere
no name now, just this face
i dream about tomorrow,
say good bye
to yesterday
days slip away
not knowin
where i'll go next
not knowin
where my heart is
how i got here
how any of us fill up
these predestined places
and fit together like so
many pieces of puzzle
i miss the smell of my horse
the sound of my granmas voice
the little precocious child i was
silent and pale, before anyone convinced me to talk
so i shuffle, keep up to beats in my headphones
try not to try too hard
to ask why
just keep on movin
till i find my way back home

 

[up all night]

I do the shuffle too.