Vietnam from Ours by Randy's Got a Playdough Face

Wherever you go
Wherever you get to
There’s this person
You share
Direct contact
If it doesn’t feel like
Your eyes see mine
And vice versa
The other side
Is the one you're not on
Two places at once
Isn’t harder than
One place at a

Full Stop
Then, go
Full Stop
Then, go

“Well don’t you go away”

When I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Can’t take the credit
It is more like
The book wrote itself
The city’s already finished
And I'm stuck on the F train
So I get off and

Walk down your street
Feeling less brainy
Cause even if I thought I moved
This whole time
I’ve been sitting sitting
Waiting waiting sitting in the waiting room

Wherever you go
Wherever you get to
There’s this pattern
Of good advise
Like moral letters
Or a reading from Dr. Seuss
Fictional silence
The past and future
Halting at a

Full Stop
Then, Go
Full Stop
Then, Go

“Well don’t you go away”

When I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I

Can’t take the credit
It is more like
The years lived themselves
And I don’t know what I’m seeing
When you tell me to look
It’s like flipping my eyes
To see thoughts form
It’s like I already know
This is not how I’ll feel
When I’m old
No matter which story’s told
I’ve got 80 years
Peering out the window
The tape speeds and slows
Till it snaps

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