Kid Stuff

I am in my finest hour Recently emerged from increasingly submerged Head full of junk and nothin' Where junk is not worth its weight in time Or conversation So I do not Yeah, Kid stuff That which I ignore That which I ignore Picture a portrait of yourself And that is what you are Cropped Master the edit The length and get the whole head in Not only a mouth talking Not again We are not ready for that yet Not again Spend time on it Meditate a ring around the sun Not to leave until I know it That which I ignore Choose shoes only for reinforcement Unnecessary accessories For the portrait But the beautiful booming pony sound The spirit of a horse following me out Up and down stark pavement slates Riding over scattered shadows Reminds me That I am still on the run That which is not lost is not gone That which I ignore That which I ignore Kid Stuff Which waiting gracefully for me In dusky evening In late night reverie Now waiting in the light of day At my garden gate For me The second wave coming Reminds me That I am still on the run That which is not lost Is not gone That which I ignore That which I ignore We are the public eye and mouth and hand Watching over landscape From which we have been extracted Smoked out of the streets Led in We watch nothing Go around and around In freedom We are on a dangerous wind Of changing pace Shadow walking to the future Watching clocks, kettles Sunset after sunset For a sign of change Washing lines heavy with cargo I do not need Hanging from my lines That which I ignore That which I ignore The conversations sound like interviews From cool blue screens An impression of a soul you once knew Through filter and distorted interview And you talk and you talk Of Kid Stuff and all of that Someone quiet and important told me To turn my mind toward That which I ignore To spend time on it To meditate a ring around the sun Not to leave until I know it That which I ignore That which I ignore Someone quiet said that Someone that I forgot Someone I ignore That which I ignore Which waiting gracefully for me In dusky evening In late night reverie Now waiting in the light of day At my garden gate For me The second wave coming Reminds me That I am still on the run That which is not lost Is not gone That which I ignore That which I ignore That which I ignore Kid stuff Someone quiet and important told me To spend time on it To meditate a ring around the sun Not to leave until I know it That which I ignore That which I ignore Someone quiet said that Someone that I forgot Someone young Someone I ignore Kid stuff And all of that