Because I am an embarrassingly simple creature

Because I do not understand beauty and ideals

In skies

In flight

I understand only bellies

Hunger

and comfort

I am a dog pushing cassava up from the ground

At best

A dog investigating trivialities

At worst

And most often

We try to say

That this is ok

But we do not always believe this

"Why?"

"Because it's not right."

'Right' here not necessarily meaning moral, though maybe that interpretation would shed some light on some things, too.

Because I am the kind of thing that knows only the road and the necessity of a good place to rest when one becomes tired of the road.

Because I have no conception of perfection

Because, even worse, I am in love with flaws

Yours, mostly

Because I cannot learn what I most need to

Because those few things I do learn I learn from the bellies of colossi

And so my understandings are upside down and inverted

Reflections in water

Functional until asked to

"Stand up straight, lad, lemme see your eyes."

Headache

Dizzy

Don't ask me to stand

If you do not dig you do not eat

If you do not seek places you will have nowhere to spend the night

Sleepless nights are tolerable

But cold ones out on the road are damn near unbearable

That's why I'm hoping

This is all forgivable

I want to be a place
For those who have forgotten to dig or find a place to sleep
Even restless sleepers
That shake and cut the earth with
Their teeth when they smile
So mostly you

I'll be this place

"Now ain't that some shit?"

Cee-Lo

"Do you wanna save the world, Jerr?"
"No. No not really."