i’ve submitted the revised draft
and I think it’s better this way

The river crawls back to the sea, you see,
and we all turn in someday, too;
Whatever life gives us is temporary

i wanted the same mountain but a different climb
the sun is shining too brightly in my eyes
it feels just like an interrogation light
yet the future’s looking dim
Does that seem right?

My luck lies buried
beneath the lakes of Washington
All of the reasons to think again
and go back to Hangman Creek

There were things I’ll –
well I don’t know if I should say
But it’s true and I have a knot in my stomach

More time,
we all cried for it
if it could be born in between
the heartache of
Two contrarians
I’ll name it Janus