Straight Lines

Straight lines, straight laced
Don’t know how I got so mixed up in this face
Wide eyes with sides creased, never used to be this wild
How did it come about from Yiddish, Polish, Protestant, Anarchists
On the East side, the wrong side, the black side
Coming to the new side trying to save a space
Searching for a place to become, become, become
Wishing on a Stone or a piece of driftwood
Swelling with pride and hesitation
Elation to become a little someone
So little with sweet eyes glancing to the side
Sweet cream dreams
Remember the dimpled knuckles forever and ever
Hold tight for the wild ride and ruckus
Gaining stature, strength, intellect and strategy
All to become, become, become


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