Old Songs from Forgotten Portraits by NadNavillus

Old songs carry suitcases.
And decades.
Visit from a time
Where life
Didn’t matter much.
A time with no foresight
Or appreciation for the little things.
I was there
On the underside
Of an overcast
Gray sky
Walking Nowhere
Hands in pockets
My eyes
In the dirt.
A younger guy
And it hurt.
Because I never saw this far
Ahead.
Never saw myself
So behind.
Was I closing my eyes
Or just stupid?
I was there
In my ex-girlfriend’s room
The sound of clothes
Going into a duffle bag
Playing through the speakers.
I was headed Nowhere
And those bags found me here.
Too bad songs can’t
Change the past.
Change direction.
If they could I would
Point my feet toward
Resurrection.
I wouldn’t be typing this today.
At least not in this way.
I wouldn’t have forgotten
what it’s like to get up
And walk
Wherever I want.
Be able to eat
With nobody
Watching me.
Did I notice it then:
The freedom I had
To be
Or do anything?
I just hope
The next suitcase
Will find me Somewhere.
We’ll see—in ten years.

• Folk
• alternate tuning
• experimental folk
• fingerstyle guitar
• folk rock
• poetry
• Chicago