You’re You

I was thinking we could just get started
And find a meadow that we could both abuse
It’s not going home that’s your problem
It’s the language and the tongue that we confuse
Take holiday from your problems
Just let them all slowly fade from you
There’s not a pretty face that’s north of Wildwood
There’s not a growing space that’s south of you
I’m so amused by the course you walk your shoes
But you don’t, and that’s probably why you’re you
I’m so amused by the force with which you choose
But you don’t, and that’s probably why you’re you
Ambrosino ©2015

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