This might look like a photograph of a third-floor hallway at the Rio in Las Vegas, where I am living for a couple weeks, at the World Series of Poker. But it’s more than that. It’s where I go when I want to feel like I’m not going anywhere, but it’s hard to, because I’m
Gonnagowalkin Look up and around Gonnagowalkin And notice the ground Gonnagowalkin Stepping and breathing Gonnagowalkin Bridle the seething Gonnagowalkin And sit by the creek Gonnagowalkin Seems the sky sprung a leak Gonnagowalkin Watch myself blinking Gonnagowalkin Gaze at my thinking Gonnagowalkin With trees in a puddle Gonnagowalkin With selfs in a huddle Gonnagowalkin And sit
