Last night I took a field trip
Kind of bent, hopped a fence
Cut across a playground and laid down in the cemetery
Reflecting on my past, present, and current events
Speech slurring I vented to the moon, swore she was answering me
Not literal, but in a spiritual sense
We spoke
Me, myself, and I, but I wasn't alone
In fact it felt that picture of a beach with footprints in the sand
You know the poem hanging in grandmama's home
Where does love come from?
Where does it go when its gone?
What takes its place?
And why does that space turn hard as stone?
Another year I am older today
In many ways I've grown
But in my head them, them questions still they roam
Riding the bike she said its like cycling in circles
With your eyes closed
No hands blind faith is what she called it man
Said life's an ocean with a lot of commotion
Once you dive in, yeah it's deep
But if you can swim it ain't mattering