my treehouse

i've built a treehouse at the top of the tallest tree, it's where i go to listen to my records of Ginsberg, Kerouac & Eliot, or read the works of Dylan, Lennon, and Cohen. sometimes i write you letters but i never intend to send them because i know you can't read. when night falls i lean out of my window and run my hand against the craters of the moon, if i'm lucky i'll find some stardust; i've been collecting it in a jar for you. this is where i hide on those days that you can't find me. please don't be mad, it's just that sometimes you exhaust me, and for that, i've built a treehouse in the sky.