sing me a song

(many societies understand family through other concepts than genetics)

we all live together 

making music through our lives

every action ringing, shattering the silence of monotony  

oh, here life is never mundane, but interesting, twisted and bright 

each of us with our own song

each of us with our own fight  

so sing me a song 

pick up that guitar 

and tiny harmonica 

turn on the organ and whistle along 

we'll act like we're great, 

cus when we're together, we're great,

sing me the song of our lives 

(i am home 

goodnight, brother, 

i am home)  

crossed

her words crossed my vision

and he told of it too 

not to me, the world, but i'm apart of that so i heard 

and then him, he's effortless 

but for more

i get word in convenience 

only sometimes...

not usually

remembered

because quickly warmth is forgotten 

leaving the amity flawed 

still there are the pictures captured in whispers 

smiles and smirks

but not observed 

i notice it's when obvious  

only when most eyes are closed 

only when predicted and convenient

only when best noted, by none 

i grow up

i have a fish

named fishy 

so original, i know 

what am i, five years old? 

something like that, sometimes...

then night comes along 

and i grow up. 

older than five, 

older than i am, really