i want to stay/i want to go/the universe is asking for me to come home

(is this                   what it feels like?)

                 i have to ask

                 because i have not seen

                 the sun set

                 in the entire time

                 that i have been

                 eighteen years old

because when i met you

the earth was cracked and dry

beneath my blistered feet

because it's coming into summer

and the days drag onward

but i'm sleeping more than ever

        because the sun is yellow

        not white, like you said

        but all of it is nullified anyways

and i know you know

somewhere down sydney road

i'll find what i was looking for;

        humid concrete bushland

        old dirt roads in the big city

        a flat horizon for the sun to land on

                    but is this it?

                    i have to ask