daydreams

 would it be awkward to call you and wish you a nice week?
it's a long time to Christmas, in fact, it's almost spring
there are so few excuses I could use to hear your voice
sometimes I feel like I'm out of a better choice

don't you think it's weird loving to hear the birds sing
not like an angry crow, that isn't a melodic thing
they look like fun, I want a friend like that
we would go on adventures, and I would keep them fed

maybe a conversation with God would make me feel better
could ease my repulsion for his greater plan or whatever
do you think he would judge me for my bad wheater 
or would he be more concerned about my short sweater?

do you think the devil is all that terrifying
wicked, evil, or maybe the church is lying?
if we shared a joint with god would it feel like flying?
maybe I'm just now sinning without even trying

I rarely think about the meaning of life, do you think I should?
but I like to feel the sun on my skin, especially when it's cold,
and I like a cool dip in the summer, the smell of the fog, 
the weight of my cats when I'm lying down, it feels like a hug

all these meaningless details, landscape decorations
are the invisible lines that make up the constellations