Lonely Writers

Tyler Golec,

In a place where silver rivers flow

In a place where we all want to go

I want to go to a place where stories walk

I want to go to a place where music always plays

I want to hear Plato and Socrates talk

I want to see Cleopatra gorgeous in gold and the way she sways

In a place where silver rivers flow

In a place where we all want to go

I want to go to a place where I can swim in the stars

I want to go to a place where I can listen to Ella cry

I want to walk down a dark street and not worry about how far

I want to feel the breath of a lovers sigh

In a place where silver rivers flow

In a place where we all want to go

I want to travel far and wide an never spend a dime

I want to walk through the night forest but not alone

I want to go to a place where having a heart isn’t a crime

I want to go to a place where the Jazz men crone

In a place where silver rivers flow

In a place where we all want to go

I want to cry out my soul and not be judged

I want to speak to the silence that I can become

I want to go to a place where sins aren’t begrudged

I want to go to a place where I am not a faction of a sum

In a place where silver rivers flow

In a place where lonely writers go