the canyon

the night time shielded us
from trouble.
lighting up a joint
and saying nothing but mumbles.
 
we just wanted an excuse
to complain about problems.
because god knows we have nothing
but our selfish talking.
 
it was our place
a dark canyon with the glow of the full moon.
even when summer ended
and the snow would come soon.
 
even when an eager young boy
just wanted a light.
and a crow cawed out
with all of its might.
 
we always made sure
our place was well grown.
because we always wanted something
to actually call home.