Back to a time
When all there was
Was rock
And gas
And water
A time before anything lived
And the closest thing to life
Were molecules
Which looked like
The kinda things
You built life with
A time before anything lived
And the closest thing to life
Were molecules
Which looked like
The kinda things
You built life with
Still, if I land
On farther shores
Though metaphor
They be
The same is true
When exploring
Philosophy, science
And relationships
The subject
Of any investigation
Is not always as interesting
As the context of its conditions
I stop for a moment
Lean up against the fender
In the dry, brittle air
While the engine tinks and cracks
I never tire
Of the small wonders this world offers
Freedom
Ain’t never gotten with a dollar
Or no lawful decree
Not like a box car
Give to me
I feel so naked
Exposed
And alone
Like in the dream
Where you’re at school
Or at work
Without any clothes on
And you’re the only one
And you can’t figure out
Just how you got to be there
Without any clothes
A roadtrip is best
Without clear destination
Without a timeline