‘I know where all the missing socks go’
Little Timmy the dog wears them. He prances around in them all around the neighborhood and city. He walks pasts buildings where doormen tip their hats to him. He walks past people who look down and adore him and his socks. He walks past the mailmen who said the socks look familiar. He walks pasts cats who hiss at him until they see his socks. He walks past ...
The mountains at dawn is where my thoughts go
Thoughts that sound silly when you say them out loud
Thoughts that keep me up at night
Thoughts that make me question sanity
The mountains don’t talk back, they listen.
The mountains don’t interrupt, they listen.
The mountains don’t belittle me, they listen.
When I have no one, I have the mountains.
Always there for me and standing tall as I should...
This world is full of chaos is many ways
People shoving others to get to an item first
Minds racing all around never shutting off
Poachers killing the wild for what?
‘What if’ sceneros overtaking the over thinkers
Corporations paying low wages to pocket more green
Neighbors and friends debating over red vs blue
Bombs being dropped, guns being shot
But through all of this chaos, you stand by my sid...