Sept 8, 2013

Back in my day
when you lost your mind
and hitched the states
sleeping outside
reading Castaneda and crap
or wandered Baja
heartbroken and alone

you didn't document
you didn't make them watch you molt

but then all this wasn't around yet
still, I like to think I wouldn't have
even if I could have

but then, I like to think a lot of things
hell, maybe it would've helped
but I'm not so sure

We won't get lost anymore
that's what we tell ourselves
but you're all lost, all of you
that's what the old ones say
lost in these strange new ways