I’m travelin' off to an American town

Tracing the footsteps beneath the ground

I've seen your world through your weary eyes

And the tides are marchin' under a distant cry

Hey Bob Dylan, I rewrote you a song

About the funny ol' world that they've passed along

There's a path over yonder with sapphire skies

Covered with barbed fences and ciphered lies

I'm tightrope walking in dense heavy fog

Hanging on threads and dragged by dog

In the letters bequothed from my fathers before

Is the sense to make new at the door

Can't stay here too long or I'll turn pale blue.

Have to walk down the road that I'm called to.

All these words echoed in the subocean mind

Just know my respects when we're distanced by time.

A developing archive of songs. I have songs, thoughts, pieces of poetry messily scattered across post-it notes, journals, and various note-taking apps. My wish here is to amalgamate them into something more concrete.