Listen to my soul turn
This is my Sojourn.
I develop like a photograph.
My negative finds a second draft.
Songs are my dark room
Shutter focus on the light blooms
Just needed more exposure
To the light I was fighting like a soldier
My guitars always tell the truth
Melody confession booth.
I’m tired of living mediocre
Over and over and over and over
When the present comes in focus
Eyes open up to notice
This is my sojourn
Over and over and over and over and