Letter Home

Dear Friend, it is the new year
 I'm eight hours away from home
 Kids shoot fireworks from streetcorners and run before they explode
 And Lovers get drunk on the roof of an underground grocery store
 You know my new years wish is for the place that I call home to stop this stupid war
 If they don't well burn each others draft cards
 We can write an epic poem
 Except in this one Grendel is the hero
 Gilgamesh finds his new home
 Far away from swords and fake chivalry
 We've seen the faces of our true enemies
 And they don't pay us enough to live on
 Every year they raise the rent
 They will hold cards up to our faces that rate us on how much we have and have not spent
 All for their own evil intent
 Today I saw a great piece of graffiti
 It had birds and spoke of reverie
 Oh Emily Dickinson, you never seemed so exciting I must say
 But without grass or buzzing bees
 We all can have our own prairies
 And fireworks will serve as stars at the end of this day
 Oh and the world it does keep turning
 I used to wish I could sit still
 So that one day we could meet again
 With or without our own will
 But the miracles in motion, finding new places we belong
 And finding inspiration to sing our brand new song
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