Where are you coming from?
And what was it you were running from?
I’m not sure but I think it’s Seattle
Stuck in the gates with all the cattle
I know it rains there most of the time
Sunshine seems hard to find
And none of them care to hear a guy speaking in rhyme all the time
Is this place real or just in your mind?
Does it matter if you can’t tell the gps on your own private hell?
No it doesn’t
Where you thought it was it wasn’t
Out there or him or it
Not it
Attitude crucible produced the spell
Bruised to kill stuck at windowsill
Dreams instill windmills
Blowing you off your ass and your task
Through the glass and out of the house
Lion to mouse big guy in a little space
Routine made it easier to keep pace and fake grace
Baked cakes with words
Most smelled delicious one or two turds
In our hearts flit so many birds
Awethentic 