Thursday, June 9, 2011

Draw Me A Map

Draw me a map to a place I can't name

Forget how and why, we're too young to care, too careless to heed

Take a photograph, to remember each not-line

In twenty-three years, let's look back on our glory days

Send me a message in a bottle, washed out to sea

No one is home, but the thought counts at least

Write me a bedtime story with fairies and wolves

With no good or evil, no plot or lines

And sing me a song with words from a tree.

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