Summer solstice in a dark Basement kava bar. An army of drums Rolling my brain around In an intoxicated blur.
There are things no one understands Hiding in me.
Things Made of a foreign Fiji beverage That makes your tongue numb. Hanging glass tubes Filled with feathers and herbs. A bar, A traditional toast, A friendly conversation.
I hide myself In the blue walls, Mimic the gold designs Until I disappear. Itβs hard to be anywhere, Hard to forget, But Iβm here.