I wake and go home push the key in the lock I don't have to wait for help to come to the door "what for" it's in the core of where I'm from if told a soul of this spiritual bliss the soulless would lisp it's just a dream go back to sheep "you herd" I hear clear and steer clear of the deer in headlights I write so I wrote if hope floats then hope is a boat waiting by the riverside ready to row toss turn get comfortable and drift off into wonderfulness