I sit in a parked car,
a rolling stone in a movement ceased
I laughed, I coughed, I screamed
at what we really need in the lives we lease

Just shoes and the next road
I think I smoked what the homeless dream
A have in loss, it seems
a run away to some, to others a sip of tea

I’m tired for just a seed
A burning home is just a redesign
There’s a million miles of me —
an out of time, a feelin’ fine

I couldn’t count the scars
To travel the world is to traverse your fears
I hitchhike through those seas:
a stormy when, a never be

My thumb out on the street
but no one answers that sotto plea
More coffee and some cream
So much to do, more than we see.