My mind drifts
To that night
You streaked down
Mainstreet shouting
To the late
Night world
That you
Were free
I manage to
Barely stifle
A little laugh
But they all
Knew it was
Me, their eyes
Surely said it
In that box
You're still as
Free as you
Were that night
And I'm just
The guy who
Laughs at his
Friend's funeral
Aug 4, 2023
Aug 4, 2023 at 10:31 PM UTC
My mind drifts
To that night
You streaked down
Mainstreet shouting
To the late
Night world
That you
Were free
I manage to
Barely stifle
A little laugh
But they all
Knew it was
Me, their eyes
Surely said it
In that box
You're still as
Free as you
Were that night
And I'm just
The guy who
Laughs at his
Friend's funeral
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