X Marks the Spot

Pick me up

Dust me off

Send me on my way

A brilliant sun

In the sky

This could be the day

Take a shot

X marks the spot

You’re bound to hit something

Dust in your mind

Blurry the lines

You worry about nothing

A bump in the road

A memory gone cold

Don’t let the hurt show

Hunker down

In the grass

Here right next to me

See the crowd

Rise and dip

Far’s the eye can see

Make the shot

X marks the spot

Failure means nothing

What’s obvious to me

Your eyes cannot see

Friends think you’re bluffing

Tea leafing the signs

Crowding your mind

For years down the line

Figured you knew

Dust in your mind

Blurry the lines

Filling up notebooks

Words seeking rhymes

Drifting in time

I’ve cleared my morning

For you