Walking through rivers in the middle of the street The deepest of puddles to soak my feet Pornographic windows with strange girls inside Naked young women with nothing to hide
A trip to the zoo in the sun and the rain Rolling up numbers again and again With time on our side and nothing to lose The wind in our sails adventure we choose
Psychotropic games to contort my mind We can't understand them but they're still so kind Stairs like a mountain so many to climb We've been here so long for such a short time
A little poem about my trip to Amsterdam with a few friends.