I can feel it in my heels

The scents stuck there on my nose

That dense earthen vegetation

Calling me closer to being something

I could be proud to call myself

Some green-thumb, Carpenter type

with a knack for stone-cutting

an endless supply of money

and certainly nothing but free time.

Where have you gone dream

lost somewhere between

two and four tires digging into the road

Some nostalgic feeling passing longer than

the moment did at first

You’ll be here,so will I

Forever stuck in my mind

growing more genuine ,

more golden

as I reflect with each passing day.

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