So here is how it should be
I didn't write much from the heart this year
I lived from it
So much from it I can't write it
I always said there is a time to live and a time to write
I have had lead in my blood, laughter choked somewhere in my gut, a slow impulse to letting things out
As all this overwhelming lush entity floods in
And I gasp expecting something worse than these beautiful sunrises and sunsets
God Bless you America while you last
