MY INSIDE-OUT HEAD WORE HOLES

inside-out time wore holes

you will see into my sails

open rivers, oh, in so many words over colours

here come the clouds approaching 

through many sides unfolding

when in a torn shread

when in the air a heavy thing 

i look into the darkness 

and i hold the round rock ever close

and i am floating over all under

how i was searching one heart wonders

and i let it roll and i can watch it fall unto flow

and i can embrace when in emotion loose

this is all i ask well to wanna see a chance

we won't be told

we won't be long

inside-out time wore holes

you will see that i am wearing patches on my head

inside-out time wore holes

you will see i am ready to go back across

the lake to dive into the shadows

inside-out time wore holes

you will see i am ready it floats

i know it even-so without it no

please, been pretty long roads been pretty long thoughts  

to be back out to do it again

to be back out let's try it again

let's glue it together heart from that racing

going full boat out, going full speed 

into the whirlpool for escaping

another happy morning

here comes the storm on

let's get outta here, let's fly, i fly

what will you do ~ i don't know ?

my inside-out head wore holes

dashing through many storms rough so long rages

my inside-out head wore holes

dashing through many storms rough so long rages

in my heart on that suddenly

the matter is melting moments

looking into our situations

sounds were made

that have not compelled me in so long

that i have not heard in a long time

in this place there-of waves and winds addling on

whereby great standing stones

shining light in deep 

what is happening between  

elevated ~ throwing off !

then we will be free

lets get going and find in a place

there was no path

we felt hopes, moving, changing

my arms rowing is landing ashore

the impulse behavior, the comprehension of morning

what is it about now the clouds depart

here comes the rain to this place

and i am spinning around

and i am swimming along 

through the dark moon beaming down on

we won't be told

we won't be long

we are going there where we dance

downwards, upwards

into the new shade of morning just happens  

chasing, grasping

at the right reason, bestows me 

meanings in one leaf wet

in one poem in the principles of 

being caught in the wind awhile we were

just jumping in the air

who needs sails here

i don't really wanna jump in there

oh, that wind on my back beyond my blase attitude

hope i have many memories

and i know what i am seeing here

inside-out time wore holes

when in fast, when in slow, all those little birds

when in fast, when in slow, all those little angels

the rest, the sweetness will follow

all those pretty little memories

flapping like pages smooth

between this, between us it is this of course not

until then as i am an

awkward poet waves

within smiles understands beyond words

composes a string, leaving

spinning within a loud rose of excellent choice 

without a net setting lowly

highly but with-in myself to advance

this is all i ask well to wanna see a chance 

like mist will lift between 

a cloud disappearing

then reappearing

i could care less though

i with well intent went on off the way

what is out there 

of the wind becoming

tattered, broken, scattered

to anywhere we're going

to somewhere we live in

from anywhere i belong

i want to say this it's all right

with the stars around you

i extols to the moon to the sound of my tune brite 

please, been picking for the right

power chord in discord

so high, high, high

so quick, quick, quick

how my inside-out head wore holes

filling in my heart

filling in my soul

is every part of every step a climb over-all

also for woes of dropping outta sight for a-span

i felt my eyes expand

inside-out time wore holes

i make myself loft

i pull myself out

it is the hardest to know from this confusion

bound and unbound by nothing

i wrote this song from in this sound i heard 

somewhat attached

what is it about then the clouds impart to me

there was no path

in the places i draw badly from my own head to see

to feel, can we, all the water moving besides me 

myself, my own world

my own mind i dig it to be tuning in 

turning sometimes

i accept your's

take me home

forever home, without a bottom

dropping out awhile and forgeting all about it

doing what i want

i'm just going for it

filling in my heart

filling in my soul

how i loved it so, yes, you know 

how i get, where high art exist, i am

when in fast, when in slow, all those little birds

when in fast, when in slow, all those little angels

the rest, the sweetness will follow

all those pretty little memories

flapping like pages smooth

between this, between us it is this of course not

until then i am an

awkward poet waves

within smiles understands beyond words

composes a string, leaving 

spinning wants, goes

right for a-time

hanging there floats on a note  

without a net setting lowly

highly but within my sails

open river, oh, in so many words over colors

up and down we're spinning around

in-between as a cloud disappearing

and then reappearing

i could care less though

inside-out time wore holes

and i don't know what i want

although i know what i like

inside-out time wore holes

torn directly from my pants

you will see that i am wearing patches on my head

we won't be told

we won't be long

from this sadness

from this madness

from this gladness

over-looking mostly

i will be seeing

how my inside-out head wore holes

filling in my heart

filling in my soul

is every part of every step

a climb over-all in the struggle

to tell them all

how i feel i am drifting off

i make myself loft

i pull myself out

i am up there in the deep blue again

holding close has got heart, pulse

in the air, in the process

not so conscious

the lightning spreading

flashes in the night

open the window

from the window

you have let me in 

saying, you ready to try

after entering the window so high

is it so wonderful

becoming like stars

i guess, i just will go, i may care

thus to all my noise of echos 

in times gone by 

i can push along gentle in pretty paper 

nothing less much to feel

you can say that again

back and forth

i do that, i can 

go through this

to see what's not there