pothole road

pothole road between now and later
rusty sign that creaks in the wind
miles of fencing keeping something inside
circling birds who couldn’t care less

i am falling through
falling falling
i am falling through

burning stars through day and night time
brightly seen though long time dead
someone’s laughter making me smile
though i don’t know what was said

i am falling through
falling falling
i am falling through

someone’s secret floats towards me
from sweet distance of cinnamon years
a little dust storm disturbing dry leaves
when everything settles it all looks the same

i am falling through
falling falling
i am falling through

this road is travelling in two directions
it’ll split some more by and by
i could leave it, jump the fence and leave
the street behind who knows what i’ll find

i am falling through
falling falling
oh just falling through…