i hope that one day
when i see you on tv
i'll flashback to this beginning
ramon noodles, scratched up knees
to these late nights in astoria
colored porches, city breeze
walking sockless round the corner
to see plastic, lit up trees
to these triangle
sandwiches and
pregnant pots of tea
before we split in two directions
like a bunny's crashing skiis
to these talks of will and focus
and what to feed
our dreams
how the riches that we pined for
were the times that came for free
i hope that when i see you
see you on tv
you'll be glowing from the knowing
kindly noted for your "please"
thank you for the singing
for the strumming of my strings
from the corner of my matress
comes the movement
towards free
