So, minutes, hours, days, months and years...
Houston has me counting time.
And the once familiar, seems unsettling.
Old friends, family, steady income.
I thought home, would feel like home.
Yet, like the Tell Tell Heart of Poe
Im haunted by a beating heart, urging me to go.
To ease the passion pulsing through my veins,
I tell my soul, relax, enjoy Houston's summer rains.
But relaxation and dedication don't mix,
I'm craving that irreplaceable artistic fix...
