when

you suddenly realize where you are is not where you thought
did you know that already... why didn't you tell me?
I could write circles of contrails around your world I could fly them
could you fly me
I want the rooftop and the edge to lean over
I need darkness and specks of light, I need smoke and gin
let's walk. let's sit. let's dance our way down to the bank of a river or a bank we could rob
shoestring and pennies and pieces of stone can't make up for this
but I could try to make you a miracle
it's not real
let's swim and fly and balance on my broken skeleton
look out ahead there, hold on tight, hold my face, my waist
look at the sunset that's where we're heading, cowboy