Song About New York and ME

I got this stuff under my hair that causes me to enjoy the 100 conversations on the subway. As I fade in and out of reality listening to just segments of convos about the day of communities. I am a sucker for transit, I mean it just soothes meet, like a blanket to a child. The thing about a blanket is that it does not matter if you are cold, a blanket is not about the weather. Buses, trains, plane, cabs, drivers, handlers, airports, grand central, penn, tunnel, tubes, helicopter, shuttles, cars, trucks, and even tractors. Are a fuel to me that mixes with my calm and graces me for the next place that calls me. I am a traveler and I don't see the end of my journey, not in the slight. I am like the bag that I saw in the air blowing in the wind but stationary underneath the currents of the up and down. I got my hat that covers the place that races with inventions that need patients to keep them safe. I am in love with a city that covers the world like my blanket covers me. I thought I would just like one place at a time but the segments in this blanket are warm spots that carry the story of freedom for a nation and joy for kings. I need my time tabled for the show that is coming the things that changes because of the season. I am stuck in the eyes of a savior that I see even when the person I look at is lost, because He is in there somewhere waiting to be noticed and talked to. I am the guy who is walking around the streets of Manhattan talking to himself or to an unseen God that can not be mistaken because He does not hide himself that well. He is not a ghost or unpresent, he is a fire that is out of control and all that like to be warm are drawn to the light at the tunnel. This life is a funnel of circumstance that lead me to His mouth so I don't have to strain to hear his words. I am a writer because I have words stuck in my head like gum to a boot. Lost in the tread! I am a model, I am a seer, I am a record played on and on to sunday. I am here. I will always live here weather I am here or not. If you find a home live there because home is a person not just an area or a door knocker. I feel like I am normal here even though there is not that many normal people. And I come to find out that if you are normal you scare me. I am groomed to be uncommon and normal to the supernatural. I am not sure what the word means but I think it is when God adds Him to the you. Well if we think about it, He IS, my natural and without Him it is unnatural and that is to common. I have found a gang that likes to not fight and soak in the night. Here I stand and lay, but here I will stay. Hello New York I know you miss me when I am not here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Smiles all around!