When the moon rises

close your eyes

and you can hear the ocean

You are not homeless

just hapless

wearing hand me downs

alone with out a tear

Chosen

walls start rising

symphonizing

and you break down 

Frozen

deer horns stuck in 

four wheel drive

as you survive

Broken

down town selling

dreams to get by

not caring where or why

Tolkens

of what was and

what could have been

thrown to the wind

Golden

light slipping through

thick shades

slippin bright

Holden

on to dreams

that will never be