Always

I found a place that you can’t touch I found a high where I don’t come down Carved my name wit a pocket knife Stroll my lane Comb my mane when it’s dark at night I and I’s in the cosmos Most Beautiful I’s that I ever did see That remains when my mark erased Like a moth to a flame for the market rate Wade in the tide Times, not, willing to wait But I just don’t care Good afternoon After yous I deal in the absolutes Exact as a science One synapse at a time’s how I spend my whole life It’s a spirit thing It’s in here It keeps me from hearing things There’s not any match There aren’t any maps So I go my own way Always