Big Heart, Small Town

You asked me if I could have loved you I asked what if meant to you I was paraphrasing Octavia Butler That change is the only god I knew Between the seven continents And the albums I've been listening to on repeat Try to be Cool About It American South; August heat Wake me up Write me down Big heart Small town Maybe I'll see you around The rain's coming down again It's the third thunderstorm this week I've been practicing my storytelling Modern myths; ancient Greek And the epic poem I've been living One ship to the next, lacing the boots on my feet Cactus Tree; full and hollow You know the heart is a fickle thing Wake me up Write me down Big heart Small town Maybe I'll see you around And if I don't I hope the mountaintop gives you a beautiful view Something to look for Something to pursue Thank you for Waking me up Writing me down Big heart Small town Maybe I'll see you around