Talking To Myself Again

I haven't had a good conversation since I don't know when. It's a sign of the times and the shape I'm in. I see birds on the feeder, and squirrels in the cedar. It's out here I find me, every now and then, sitting and talking, to myself again. I go down to the station in my pickup truck. I walk inside for a Coke and tell the fella, fill 'er up. I see clouds in the sky, and a hawk flying by. It's places like this, every now and then, I find me, talking to myself once again. I sold my old rundown house today, packed one small grip, and simply walked away. I see a quiet two-lane road, and a contented man carrying a light load... It's in times like these, every now and then, I find me, smiling, walking and talking, with my true self, once again. Just out there, walking and talking, with myself again, moving on with a long lost old friend, finding out where I'm going, and where I've been... walking and talking with myself again.