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Believe
she says that we walk the path that's thousands of miles wide
she says we've matched each other step for step for seventeen years of cocoons and reverse butterflies and mouthfulls of soil as we struggled to our feet
she says that she'll see me again one day when it's too cold on my side or too warm on her's
she says we'll beep horns on the Interstate as our wheels grind down the asphalt in strange melody
she says we'll link arms in Mexico and share a joint in the shade of some beat shacks that called us both on the escape bands of Oldies AM Radio
she says we'll both be selling friendship bracelets and cheap T-Shirts to colourful people in a spiced market on the slower side of town
she says we're both going to know when to laugh and how to cry and when to stay on the Earth and how to travel the sky
she says we're going to smell different flowers by the side of the road and end up with nectar dripping from our grinning chins
she says we'll both know Time when it's time, and Fate when it's fated that thousands of miles should shrink to a weary arm's length
she says she'll know me by my spaced out eyes and i know i'll know her by the sunchildren nestled in her pores
she says we're parallel like lattitude and i believe her
I never said we'd cry.
This is so pretty in a bohemian kind of way. You know? It makes me want to wear beads and grow my hair long, walk barefoot just to enjoy the sensation.