there is not my home

big green truck speeding down old dirt road

another place passed another place not my home

medium drive way no porch swing flowers in bloom

the birds sing, cornfield to the left, empty space straight ahead

within my heart, within my head

big dark sky full of stars, not one i see that touches my heart

the night slowly drifts away, again comes day

pollen infest the air the wind carresses my hair

oh what peace i could see, if this where place for me

big green truck lerking down old dirt road

to the highway, back to my home

lightness touches my heart as each car passes

the big green truck slow as molasses

creeps down the street at home at last

to dream again, the green of the grass