Love it

"1, 2, 1, 2...

know a man, his face seems pulled and tense

like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds

so I approach with tact

suggest that he should relax

but he's always moving much too fast

said he'll see me on the flipside

on this trip he's taken for a ride

he's been taking too much on

there he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes

there he goes...

he's yet to come back 

but I've seen his picture

it doesn't look the same up on the rack

we go way back

I wonder about his insides

its like his thoughts are too big for his size

he's been taken... where, I don't know?

off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope

and there he goes...

and now I rub my eyes, for he has returned

seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned

for he still smiles... 

and he's still strong

nothing's changed, but the surrounding bullshit that has grown

and now he's home

and we're laughing like we always did

my same old, same old friend

until a quarter-to-ten

I saw the strain creep in

he seems distracted and I know just what is gonna happen next

before his first step

he's off again."

Words you know?

For my lil wordsmith.