my people

these people exist
they're just hard to find
the ones that have passion
and put it all on the line.
the ones with good taste
for their music and shows
the ones who eat curry
sushi, pizza, natty bohs.
these people who love beauty
and road trip sing-alongs
the ones who read vonnegut
and write breakfast food songs.

they rarely sit still
travel by bus, bike, and feet
they have opinions on everything
in trivial pursuit can't be beat.
fans of john belushi
cusack, candy, and hughes
underdogs on paper
but really can't lose.
they're campers and dirtbags
greasy, sweaty, and free
they wander across cities
countries, oceans -- all three.
these people walk the edge
of where the ocean meets the land
like they're walking on a wire
often walking hand in hand.
they're laughers and thinkers
they carry only what they need
they talk about nonsense
reject good fortune for good deed.

my people are few
they've got a sparkle divine
they live life on fire
they walk the line.
the talkers, the drinkers
the misfits, the serene
they clap their hands
they cause a scene.
no complaining, no worries
never embarrassed, never lost
seeking out adventure
no matter the cost.
weekends start wednesday
summer's over too soon
box wine in backpacks
raise a toast to the moon.
houses have nicknames
but home is the noise
of clinking glass, thumping bass
seeking out simple joys.
the dreamers, the huggers
cheering for their teams
drinking, eating, sleeping
with life bursting at the seams.

sharing couches and kitchens
often misunderstood
my people show me truth
that in every bad there's good.
through lovesickness and heartbreak
death, loss, and despair
the ones for me never stop moving
won't stop living, wouldnt dare.
you see these people are few
and they're not easy to find
but their loyalty never fades
so neither does mine.