... we could be

Like this old friend of mine.

He bummed around ‘bout half the time,

And the other, he was fine.

He told me why:

“Because I’ve seen the houses in New Mexico.”

Life tries to shame me,

Tell me I’m no good.

It would never do for me try.

I’ll never arrive.

I’m too short to drive,

To tall to roll.

But I just smile 

And take a stroll.

No one knows why,

But I, too, have seen the houses in New Mexico.

I think life will do.

I’m happy.

How are you?

I think we could be

Like the houses that I’ve seen

Out in New Mexico.

... very interesting.

-jenn