Blankets

I can't wait to leave this place

but all I do is settle down.

A man cannot be heard behind a closed door,

hes got to take his words to town.

When I was young I fell in love

and I've been falling ever since

with a way to speak my mind,

with broken English

and crooked rhymes.

Like lovers loving underneath the blankets,

and late night talks with father drenched in wine,

I ache to venture out and join to circus

of people learning how to feel alive.

So I am thankful to the poets

who gave me ways to feel inside.

The frames of reference, songs of passion,

to never run and to never hide.

And it has been a long time coming,

but a change is here.

The reasons all have run away,

there's nothing left to fear.

I walk into the corner of the station

and take the train that offers me a ride.

I know that this is only the beginning

of a journey that will stay with me for life.

It's a journey that will stay with me for life.

It will stay

with me.