O the Freedom

A couple days ago, I had an idea.
Why not leave behind a legacy somewhere?
Something that might not go noticed
But something that will at least last
Somewhere underneath something
for some time in a location safe
Underneath something, layered there
In that oil-based paint, that fireplace
In that old house in the French Quarter
Down in New Orleans, Louisiana, that hot fucking state
I painted a list of names, and your name was included
At the top of the list, First and foremost, hanging there
I've held you close, but you've never broken my heart,
You've changed the way I look at Motown, but I won't;
I won't elude to who you are in the slightest of ways.
And you won't even know, for the sake of my sleep.
My three current best friends and the two of the best
friends that I had during grade school were also included.
If any of you ever have to ask who you are, I'm probably
not going to admit who you were. Mostly because this 
list was just a no bullshit list and I honestly excluded a
lot of people and wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.
The threes trickle down around my head all the day.
I glance to the east and the west constantly to search them out.
I notice constantly the consistencies surrounding my state.
I think that just maybe things will change though they never seem to
Who knows--Maybe home soon(maybe sleepsoon/we'llsee.
Ciao.

p.s. yawn.