Sage has a sentiment of purification and peace.
Words of encouragement, enlightenment.
Instead of deadened endearment
depleted by my everlasting innocence.
A childhood I’d rather not remember.
The harsh reality of humble helpings.
Cigarettes and smoke by the TV screen
signal static in my substance.
Must’ve been a little bit of magic
because there’s so much promise
in an empty house.
With ears that hear distress
awaken in the night.
I’d love for things to be beautiful
but sometimes a state of disarray is OK
and there’s Beauty in that too!
