Lifted Or The Sonnet Is In The Soil Keep Your Ear To The Ground

Well the future got me thinking such awful thoughts

Animals laughing from the dark of the wilderness

Missing the frowns you never used to give

Please return, return to the person that you were

You wrote such pretty words that

Washed away the rumors and left the concrete truth

I know that I completed you

But men with purple hearts carry silver guns

You used to cut my nightmares out of paper

Created a book that sunk into the sand

Now you don’t even bother

To give a therapeutic smile

Please return, return to what you were