CoPilot

Like to know it better
Like to trace its lines
Like to search for buried treasure
Like to take my time

Guess, to me, it’s beauty
Guess, to me, it’s heart
Guess, to me, it’s subtle magic
Guess, to me, it’s art

On the attack
Too long sitting back
I need to know what’s out there
Dripping
Seeping
Saturdays, like fresh air

Looking for a pilot
Looking to get high
Looking for some peace and quiet
Looking for, “goodnight”

Listened for a reason
Listened for a sign
Listened for ten years or more
Listened for, “you’re mine”