My fingers know the way
When my mind does not
I will overthink it
And misstep
Hit the wrong key
Cringe
And try again
If I let my fingers take the reins
I think we’d have something
It does come naturally
It is who I am
If I just let
My fingers do it
And stopped
Thinking so much
Because
I know the way
I just don’t always trust that I do
Long day
past where morning sun shines and into the dark huskiness of night
fluorescent lights beating down
then flickering off
a fanfare
a reflection
a redemption
Some things are just instinct
like when I just ran to you
as soon as I saw you
and hugged you for -
oh yeah -
the first time
very very platonic of course
you're my big brother.
Your solo is like sun shining through the clouds in my heart
it's like a platonic ballad
it's like you are playing
through first loves
and forbidden loves
and grass in the summer
and crunchy chips
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