I'm oddly pleased with this...

sweat and priorities

out on the porch i breathe in the night air.
hot and sticky, full  humid'ty,
but on my lonesome nonetheless.

it's peaceful and it's dark.
the light's off and i ask my heart
"hey, how you feel today?"

my heart answers
kind of slow, kind of low
"I'm doing fine, just one those nights."

i gotta think 'bout what that means
gotta ask "hey, where's your dreams?"
gotta think "now, what's the hurry?
got lots of time and lots of steam"

i start to sweat but sit there in it,
oddly nice to know my body knows
how to cool me down.

it's not this town
not the people in it
not the complacent friends of mine.
it's not the season, not the weather,
but i'll be god damned if it's me.

but i keep thinkin--
i'm always runnin, chasin something
always longing, more's in the wait.
always lookin, always booking
more than i can handle on one plate.

bout the time i can't take it,
bugs are bitin, it's dinner time and i taste fine,
bout that time i come to something
"maybe my priorities aren't quite in line"

see i know what it is to want.
i don't don't know what it's like to need.
i want to need more,
i need to want less,
and understand human empathy.