From another place or from another time,
he drove outside to take a stroll in his mind.

Makes up he’s a fire.
Tells him it’s just rain.
‘Soon’, he says, ‘the light comes back.’
In his world where there’s no pain.

Makes up he’s a memory.
Tells him he’s in style.
‘Soon’, he says, ‘it’s belly laughs.’
In his world where it’s all smiles.

Makes up he’s an old worm.
Tells him she’s above.
‘Soon’, he says, ‘you’ll find your beak.’
In his world where it’s all love.

Makes up he’s a sidewalk.
Tells him it just weaves.
‘Soon’, he says, ‘it circles back.’
In his world where no one leaves.

Brings it all, any time life brings it.
Mind never makes up for anything.
Soul only ever brought anything
and in his own little world, that means everything

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