go

 

it’s the friction in the nonfiction of your life that makes you grow

it’s your own shade of grey not pristine black or white that takes you where you go

if where you go’s not where you want then where you go you go

if where you go is where you want then where you go you go

I go you go he go she go we go I go you go

and where you go I go I go

and where I go you go

always going never gone

I go you go he go she go we go I go you go

always singing our old song

always going never gone

the sun is up the sun is down

on the country on the town

on the shackled on the crowned

the sky clouds up the rain comes down