in from under my house i strolled
upon the pavement growing old
i looked onto my shoes and saw the holes in my soles
it escaped me why i thought this
that my soul was in my shoe
it is holy...holes...
escape...escape...escape...escape...escape...escape...escape...escape
walking down the street into a vacant lot
a bus(?)
i wished that i could see the moon, the clouds, the stars would shine
in the morning, i awoke...by a woman(or i awoken)...
crying...crying...awoke...awoke
*?*
now you don't understand the night
the night that shadows the sky
is at the vacant lot
where she dwells
i looked on down the street
there was a girl
i would meet with no money in her pocket
lying down to pray (?)
*?*
i walked down the street
i understand what she is there for
i take the money from my pocket...the money from my pocket
i reached into my leg(?)
jealous...jump...jump...
she is there for a reason
i think or not
crying dying crying dying dying
what is this upon this street...
and she's sitting in a damaged place
i walk up to her a chance *?*
