It's Fiction

White like smoke bleeds into the open air
 From dimly lit horizons bent on changing your mind
 Toward something more anchored than I could ever be
 Something more engaging and easier to see.
 So quiet and calm in the sunlight on a sunday morning
 Is all i expect from growing older
 And more content with having little of what i wanted
 And having little of what i have gained.
 I'll forfeit what i'd like to call to call my home
 And what little left that i own for a heartfelt apology
 Or a heartfelt war.
 I guess it's better if you lead us away.
 Stay and celebrate the new year.
 Fall asleep with your conscience right and your eyes set forward.
 Remember those late night stories
 And every wide-dream that left you singing
 "O captain, o captain; can i find my way through this night
 And am i welcome on my way back home?"
 It's more than shallow water.
 It's more than fertile land.
 I remember every miscalculation and every slight of hand.
 Stay and celebrate the new year.