‘better now it’s better this way. the truth is i’m too tired. it’s better this way ‘better not the trail has gone cold. the truth is i’m too tired and getting too old i’m on a path less traveled, some say but it’s all that i know it’s better this way. if locked in the… Read More Better
last chance to turn back last chance to go last chance to forget we were ever on this road one love in autumn one love in spring somewhere in between i am feeling all alone and awfully cold i love the sun, but it feels like winter the moon, the tide the pull inside the… Read More Ten Miles from Home
I believe somewhere in the aftermath, when we were picking up the pieces, a little bit of you got mixed up with the pieces of my heart. I keep those pieces in a jar on the mantle in my favorite room of the house we never built; a house that has few windows. I go… Read More Pieces of You
Well it had to be for the story’s sake a reoccurring theme through the final take. Now dim the lights, cue the dream, fade to black and cut to scene. Who’s the fool taken at your word? ‘the sweetest lies that you’ve ever heard. A crowd is forming, and the spirals rise. Motion slows, and… Read More Rise
Marking my day by the length of the shadows stretched over the fields of my past. Waves of tall grass in amber stain sweep and sway the dusk of another long day. The sun never waits for you, angel – don’t let me down. Counting the ways I remember you after the laughter has faded… Read More Dusk
If you have two cents … feel free to give it.… Read More a new day
Robert Müller and the Way Home 