Lawrence, Kansas

An April of my life while laughter bubbles inside
Tea and coffee leafs; I might know why I'm here among community
The Son's been found within my eyes
He crashed into a window and bled from cuts on glass, but that time's now through
It's become up to you and will I have a say in it?
Or am I too vindictive?

And there's this yearning to be on the road
This is how alive I feel, realizing I'm alone

Shatterings of myself found in Lawrence, Kansas
Put together piece by piece; yeah, I came to see him
Got here and found a lot more, though; I stepped off the train, cut my knee on the asphalt
My mind was on a level plane; he called me in the wake of conversing with a man
Who's now my blind Buddhist friend, but there are things we all have to do
Like discerning the meaning for ourselves
`cause we live in a world where everybody pretends
To do it `til there's nothing left to defend

(2-liner)

She has the potential to be my best friend
They dropped me off when this trip began
If only their generosity could be displayed
But will this be the last time my mind wanders like it does?
Or will it return there like at first?
Now considering society my new home!!!

(2-liner)

When I return on a bus a few towns away from home and get picked up
Things shouldn't be much different, having spent time in Indiana with people once my friends
I built this up in my head and now it can't be torn down
All the fickle arguments; still, I know the truth is somewhere in there
Now I have a light, but it's the kind that doesn't shine

(2-liner)