May 17 - Royal Canoe

Where is the me that left for the sea?

Does he keep himself better company?

Are his feet on the ground?

Probably found his sound

Is he thinking of me?

Is he thinking of me?

Who is the he that learned to relax?

Did he happen to write all those letters back?

Does he touch his chest when he’s overdressed?

Is it only an act?

Is he only an act?

How did the one who managed to flee

Spend all those years down in NYC?

Was he telling his plight at the top of The Whythe?

Waving decrees with his glass of Chablis?

Where is the son who kept the book?

Does he still keep all of the vows he took?

When he stares at the sky does he shiver inside?

Would he give me a look?

Would he give me a look?

I am the one in the mirror

Who made it here

I’m closing my eyes

Try to get back to myself

I know him well

But he’s getting harder to find