The Girl On The Hill

as most great literature dictates, you can't reclaim the past

i hope to see it all again
to live it all again
just before i die
i hope to see it all again, live it all again
as my life flashes before my eyes

i wish to wake up in my body
small and weak and used
i want walk out to the back yard
run the water through the sand
dig it deep off to the side
and let it all collect
let all flow down
to the lake of better days
to all mix and mingle and tangle
till this world takes it all away

i wish to walk outside and know
that those wooden beams are churning
just keep it all up
to keep it by my side
to wrap it all around me
so entirely
that i never have to leave it
and my eyes might lie to me
tell that its all the same
every grain of sand
all the chemicals in our brains
binding us hand in hand

and all again how we will laugh
and run and play and and dance
and this worlds a thing of beauty
i just won’t help but to laugh

oh the girl on the hill
might come off of her peak
let our hands bind
so happy but we speak
of our world and what to do

what to do with this

so paper thin a muse

i hope to see it all again
live it all again
as the world flashes before my eyes
to climb upon that hill
and through the air meet my demise
or maybe love will catch my hand
and i will live it all again

Author's Note

i will greatly appreciate any feedback/impressions. unrevised