Love of Place and Time
I just love it here
and I don’t say that enough
I just love it here
But I make it tough
I forget I love it
I deny and pout
I make it bad
day in, day out
but maybe perhaps
and possibly so
I’ve lived long enough
to start letting go
to start waking up
and feeling the love
for my place
for my home
for my space
for my blood.
I just love it here