Travelogue

pouring up the wine from yesterday it tastes the same today awakes the lynx in me songs have often drawn me by their tales an urge to set the sails and go beyond the whales gathering the best in everything and all the places where I used to go wondering still not wandering a cowards heart refuses me to know swallowing a journey from a glass dividing emptiness and wine becomes a gas all I have is what I need to give in songs I breathe and live the source will never leave gathering the best in everything... in this travelogue I went nowhere but my brain was always in the air... out somewhere since the day I heard the dring I never left my chair I never left my chair... I never left my chair... all I ever wanted was to swim and drown my fear of swimming...(and the water) and on the other side to find the peace of soul and mind and you and I a tickle in my nose of distant hills, beneath the crows upon the blue, I want to go I want to know... what bothers me... what eases you