Off to Be A Dreamager

Wandering Desire

I’ve got blue jeans and black feet,

I’m up till’ dawn lookin for love on the street.

You've spent your years

running around from deserted towns

and listening to some peace podcast.

Reiterating words from long ago

I see the friends who helped me grow

and they sleep on brand new sheets.

Roots from above and roots from below.

There's a big brass tuba beside the bed

and the jamaican man with the black book bag

lost all his teachings in the water mid stream.

He woke up in the east inside some spiritual dream

but strange things are bound to happen

when you pass through this lonesome town,

especially as a teenager who's off to be a dream-ager.