The fog makes it weirdly bright
A full sun hanging
Over the park
I make out its border lines
I walk into its sides
I try to survive
It's a central morning
On a central time line
Reactivate
I sometimes still wonder
Over your whereabouts
Indirect steps towards
Momentary encounters with
Beautiful women
As if there were not buildings
On each side of this trail
I wake up
In the center of the park
My dog waits for me, smoking
I tell him I can try
I can pretend to remember your smell
He says it's time to go home
That all this is getting boring
That nobody cares about me or
my story
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
The fog makes it weirdly bright
A full sun hanging
Over the park
I make out its border lines
I walk into its sides
I try to survive
It's a central morning
On a central time line
Reactivate
I sometimes still wonder
Over your whereabouts
Indirect steps towards
Momentary encounters with
Beautiful women
As if there were not buildings
On each side of this trail
I wake up
In the center of the park
My dog waits for me, smoking
I tell him I can try
I can pretend to remember your smell
He says it's time to go home
That all this is getting boring
That nobody cares about me or
my story