in the early morning we'd walk around,
and not talk about the things from the night before.
These things are of no real consequence, these are things that matter for neither you, or I.
Where do we actually expect this to go, with you so far away, with me trying not tothink of anything leering forward?
I hope, and so, do I wish that your relations with Jesus would bring you closer back to my house, or wherever you may think home is.
If there was ever a single, simple, point to my explanation, and no worries,that we'd retain. what had I said?
where would we recover?
i am NOT dead yet, well, at least to me.
I have not an ability for that thought.
A dollar seventy-five, and naught asingle belief in sight.
