Postcard
The sun is painting a sign on the canvas over head
For me to see
The clouds are opening, opening just for me
The road is covered red, blood and sweat of thieves
Of evenings and greater burdening
Their souls buried underneath
For me to see
I keep running cares just passing by
But as I go on they just fall beside
And all my bags are packed
With everything I own
But I still feel like I’m leaving everything behind
In awe, it lures on
So much surrounds me with so little for me to say
Just enough to move on, a chance to see beyond
A postcard well adapted for the silver screen
1500 miles to learn how to smile
hold it close to your heart
you never know when it stops, you never know when it starts
and it almost brings me back but how close am I to that
I’ve done worse things than to hold on to these memories
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