A Poet's Mischief

 not many folks around tonight.

dark, lonely,

i love the night to be just like this,

well, 

atleast when ive left it up to my heart

to be mind-making;

 i think i read this somewhere

or overheard it maybe- but, it seems the only way to really listen,

is when theres nothing to hear- cept for time

slipping through your fingers as you carve out that space 

you forgot you had burried for safe keeping- its in every mountain you climb, in every monster you fight, its at the bottom of every well youve poisoned, its right in front of you in your every morning mirror, and its reading through your eyes right now...   

ok, it was nice to see you.

ill be back on my way now,

back to the coast,

so ill be up, up and away and through and down them winding roads hugged by the hills of Malibu, they'll hold me and tell me secrets about you

atleast until i get to 

Highway one- 

Highway one might make me make it my home for the night or for life,

you know, there really aint no tellin just how far were meant to run 

but in the meantime, i just gotta fill the cars tank

and ill leave it up the sea to fill in any other blanks, 

cause i cant afford to miss

ill be shooting stars tonight, should be plenty, 

so if youve got one, and its me, 

i really hope you wish tonight.