The brim of your hat reminds me of the edges
I only got to with you
I thought this was out of me by now
But I guess it's bubbled up
The getting has been got
and the storm rages on
Last week it swirled into me
Now I'm rooted in the center of it all
I watch like it's a movie
The Spring is blooming all the flowers
Leaves blow in the hope of the wind
Outside my windows
The ones you've never seen
I'm still driving down streets
Going forward and wondering why
The negative space in my paintings
Remains just a bit of texture and desiring ink
I'm staring into the world, wondering
I'm driving the streets, wishing
I'm reading the lines, wanting
I'm digging deep, hoping
I'm gripping on tightly, searching
Faith, please come to me.
