Fire Flies

Maybe when all the jacks are in their boxes
I'll find the words to say
Or I'll just jumble words from songs
that bear your lovely name
maybe when the clowns have all gone to bed
I'll be one breath away
maybe that breath is wasted
but really thats okay

I'd rather waste my breath
on the recognition of the truth within my soul
then use it to spit some game
to make my ego feel like it's whole

So tonight I'll let the fire flies out of the mason jar
share them with the passengers of the night
let them roam amongst the sleepy stars
Lighting up the darkness and finding freedom in their flight

KM 07