Seagull In the Snow Shower

I closed my eyes and thought of it for a last time

My own little world, of cars I dreamed of and did never buy

And the house I wanted to give her so bad.

Why?

I thought of the seagull flying lonely in the snow storm

Would this be the way for me?

I thought that this is what my world was made of....nothing solid

Images I seen, pages I read, and songs I loved, thats what I built.

I remembered the crazy lady with magazine cutouts in her bag...

I have a heart that followed birds all his life!

Would this be the way for me?

Would God send me the birds I so much loved in life, to help me find the way to heaven?

Would I cry? Would they realize how nervous I was, and how simple I really am?

Then maybe they would not love me anymore...

I closed my eyes it could be the last time, and if so what would I bring?

And what would I leave behind?

Why most I cry for being so small and for having only a handful of words and verses of my own?

No. It was not even short and sweet...neither dull nor bitter

But I close my eyes and think...

of little eyelashes fanning my face and the endless pleasure of soapbubbles

Could I bring the beach sand between our toes and the bowls of food we used to share

and the times we laughed at the baptist people, or leave it behind?

Could I bring that afternoon you almot set the bedroom on fire?

Or the fights with the nail guy at the Nails Number One?

Or none, and leave those behind?

I would definitelly leave the "laughing in tongues" for you

and my older hands touching your hair when you're almost asleep

And you be like: are you here?

And I be like: Little nigga, I'm always near...

And you be like: mom I'm teaching her to laugh in tongues

And I be like: I already know dear