it's kinda like there's this air to the developing story,
an ambiance to an on going joke,
we all have a part to play to the punch line,
but the story teller is still just some starry eyed bloke,
i keep looking in the rear view ,
sort of like waiting for a message from the past,
it, of course, is a nice place to visit, but never meant to last.
so walking on down the road,
i keep passing all these signs,
one town here, a city there,
but i think its more the people i have in mind.
not weary or forgetting,
i remember any memorable personality,
as long as there words are pretty,
and their intent lacks any darker fallacies.
but there's always one,
someone better off than just a memory,
a flame, a twin, a heart shaped totem,
worth more than gold, more rare than ivory.
i guess for what it's worth,
it's worth more than anything i could say.
but for who you are, and the way your you,
i love your soul more each day by day.