i’m looking for the country that i know,
where the clocks rush carelessly past midnight
and hope opens with the flowers come spring.
it is a land of not knowing
and un-haunted supermoons,
and i do miss it.
sometimes i think i see people that i loved there
but they’re just faces from tomorrow.
and i understand that once you leave
that land, you can’t go back.
but i still put my shoes on every morning
and go out looking,
trying to find the country that i know.
