mine this meadow, mine this dawn
more moments merely dreamt of, fewer futures feared lost forever
always arriving
remain
in a state of constant departure
while always arriving,
that's the quote
another like this
is a carousel, up and down
and around
mine this memory, mine this timing
is the secret to comedy
shit
always like this
a life spent
looking for nothing more than to learn what to look for
and find what to keep and to keep it real and true and deep
but not too deep
to learn
the history of humanity in ten bullet points, how to laugh
or what my music means about me while i'm listening
to a song called "tyrants" from an album called in the future
and thinking about this
thinking about this fate
but not too hard
mine this music, mine this truth
uncertain, staring at the sunrise
early morning in my mind
a hazy light slanting between trees
a bicycle smiles by
a gliding face, a gilded place
and not-so cold
mine this meadow, mine this dawn
mine this idyll moment
i made it
i made it mine
and i wonder what makes me want to
make everything mine