Hopeful things I’ve been told

Hopeful things I've been told
See them sigh inside my soul
But I know they're everywhere
running on grasses in bare feet
like marveling children who meet
along——broken roads

There are things that I know
flowing off of every note
inside——my every soul!

E——verywhere
blowing bubbles down the stairs
Everywhere——
blowing bubbles down the stairs

Started while residing on Richard St. in Rochester NY; 2011, age 43 or 44.

Lyrics for someone else’s guitar music.