Did we decide on love?
You know the grumbling hooligan
better than I.
If the choice was mine I’d toss it to the streets,
let it soak in the rain.
                                                           ­                                                                 ­    You know love has
                                                                ­                                                                 a brain that hums?
                                                           ­                                                          Not sits and scowls in the
                                                                ­                                                        midst of responsibility.
                                                 ­                                                       Hold, dear child, your sentiments
                                                                ­                                                                 ­     of mediocrity.
                                                     ­                                                                 ­     And wait for the light.