Abe Abraham

On My Way

I know
All the fire in your head
Begging at the window
Drinking from your hand

And though
All the common ways to say
What’s going on within me
Won’t pick a road to take

I’m on my way

Could you
Be the surface of a smile?
Could I raise a lantern
Somewhere you belong?

And while
All the pretty things you’ve made
Are crowding out your morning
Promising to wait

Well I’m on my way

And now
While the moon is setting low
We’re living on the pages
Crumble with the walls

When those
Breathing colors made to keep
With every broken lover
Are putting on another face

Well I’m on my way