I’m just wearing old bones
from those who came
first.
And I already told you I just wanted to dance.



Could you see me standing out here with my outstretched hand?



I guess no one ever taught you how to be a

real man.
Give me your eyes.

I
need
sunshine.
I’d take you where

nobody

knows you and

nobody gives a damn.
It’s brutal out here.
And when I’m back in Chicago, I feel it.
Another version of me, I was in it.




Oh, I wave goodbye to the end of beginning.
So much of the living,
love
,is the being





unknown.
Throw
yourself
into
the vessel of possibilities.




You start to feel your eyes adjust.
When darkness rolls on you,
push on through.
I focus on my breathing and the
universal sound.