The Calm Inside My Mind
It's late at night. My son's asleep and I slip out the door.
My ex wife is living with me and I don't want another war.
I take a little drive to see what sort of night I'd find,
I get a little breeze and some calm inside my mind.
I wish the night was cloudless and I could see the moon,
but at least the storms are quiet and she will be leaving soon.
I'm not thinking of the fighting and papers to be signed,
just dreaming of a breeze and some calm inside my mind.
She says she wants my thoughts just to fix up all my facts,
but the only way she'd check my six was if she had an axe.
Someday I might appreciate her pretending to be kind,
but the real thing is a breeze and some calm inside my mind.
I wish the river park was open. I'd sit on the river bank,
and watch the wind caress the waves as the night assumes it rank.
I would look for constellations if the weather were more kind,
but at least I have a breeze and the calm inside my mind.
About The Calm Inside My Mind
Here I still like that split but long sentence feel that really turned me on in Kamerad but the subject matter
here is one of reflection and a welcome emotional flatness.
Meh...