I like to think I’m home sometimes. Saving the day.

Hi Mom, Hi Dad,

Hi heather adam chloe and maeve

I’m around and I’m safe, I’m okay and I’m here, I’m at home in a mess, but at least that’s the clear,

And when I call you, I ask, for a little bit of cheer, I ask you to say, that poetry is hey,

I wonder if you, are at church or at park, I wonder if you, are doing the same,

I wonder if I am always alone, but not in the slightest, when I am at home,

For neighbours abound, in apartment F28, are smiling and playing, and giving the name,

When I woke up, I felt happy today, and then I went through emotions, I even got to game,

I went to the store, I went to the bank,

I am doing some writing, and it’s quiet to think,

I like the nice weather, I like all the books,

One I just read, had Chloe’s real nooks,

And when I read I think, it’s Elizabeth and me,

But George and the King, the simultaneous day,

Yesterday was weird, that’s truly the truth,

I’ve been struggling but I’m weird, and He is aloof. But maybe I can say, that when I go home,

Christmas and Halloween, you’re never alone. There’s people who talk, there’s people who pray,

There’s people who want to start business today. With shoes and with jeans, in black or in grey,

I’m sitting here thinking, of all of you today.

I want you to go to the lake and to ask,

Where did I go wrong Matt, I gave you some tasks.

So perfect was just a picture away – and I guess there’s only the light, the truth and the way.

So when the time comes, to see you again,

I know there’s more than just, me and my one.

Even though, sometimes, I see her around,

I left it behind, and trust me I frown,

I didn’t do well, I tried to just listen,

When she needed a hug, all we did was christen,

A black little box, or green or in white,

I gave her a chance, to see second light.

And thank you for reading, all of this today,

His timing was good, and here’s what to say,

We love the same things, the food and the matter,

What can I do, or what how to create laughter,

A piece of paper and a ring, a flower and a pen,

It’s always really hard, when she comes home again.

So maybe when I see her, I could finally say aloud,

That I wasn’t perfect, timing allowed. Maybe the girl has a mouth and a voice,

And sometimes I thought, I didn’t have a choice.

In meter and probably 40, and probably more,

I wanted to say that the girl was a whore,

But truly she just needed, something I need too,

A little bit of cheer, and a twenty or two.

So I am working alone, most of the day,

To save the real light, no trigger today.

Maybe I will call, maybe I will dance,

Maybe when I next see her, I will pee my pants,

But she and he knows, the guy is the same,

When all you have is Jesus, you realize a name,

Can have power or safety, fear or regret,

What does this mean, and how to forget?

You walk the fine line, between white or the black,

And yesterday after work, I didn’t have a heart attack.

I pray for the guy, who I might’ve turned,

I pray that the people around will all learn,

That I am just lonely, and then there were more,

And one time or many,

I go through the door.

The memories of home and just whispers and noise,

I realize each time, that I have a choice.

It’s crazy, it’s mercy, it’s all the wonderful words.

It’s stories, it’s artwork, it’s meals and remorse,

So when I go wrong, I always run away,

Matthew is home and around here today.

More works and paper, more things to do,

I have no idea, how to bless you;

The things that I thought, keep going back in two.

And whatever you write, you will see again,

So when I am done, it’s continue again.

I know I get high, I get low and I get mad,

The words are so plain, and that drives me sad,

But when you are with me, I thank God for that,

Because you gave me my life, each panic attack.

I’m not sure if my laundry, is done or it’s not,

There’s more words on screens, paper and whatnot,

Secrecy here, and secrecy there,

Wonder why sometimes I know,

That life is – just fair. (Because of the weather, I think forward too, I honestly sometimes, have no idea what to do).

So thankful honestly, for this moment to type,

Maybe I always say more than I think,

And that might just be right.