Selection of A Place - Avey Tare

Rekindling then

The passion flower that could never bloom again

Those days what power

Trip some outward

Tripped some up

Young ways, dead ends

You’ll find a place

Impressions of wet lips

On a window’s frosty lens

Relax in space

Birds singing wise

No race

There is comfort for you

If all the people that you ever ran into along the way

Had left the mark inside a case for tomorrow

Today it might sting

And if somebody special ever ran away with

What they gave you wasn’t it a gift to touch for a second?

I’m right beside you

Not thinking about the holidays

Suddenly I wake up now

Not thinking about

All the work that must be done

Suddenly I wake up now

Not thinking about little letters on my phone

Suddenly I wake up now