renaissance
San Francisco, a whisper in the wind tonight
tells of rebirth
not Beat
or beaten down
not beatific simply being
it is whispered that soon
we will all see our visions and dream our dreams
amidst the microchip mindbending screams
can you really, really believe?
The true dawn begins tonight
at which I woke, and was alight
and the wind rushed through me like
the rustle of dead leaves
San Francisco, I never knew
you but I hear of your deeds of renunciation and renown
they have echoed across time and space like starlight
that is evergreen
I have seen, I see, I will continue to see
me in you
you in me
I was born
not anachronistically
but just in time
just in time
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 8:38 PM UTC
renaissance
San Francisco, a whisper in the wind tonight
tells of rebirth
not Beat
or beaten down
not beatific simply being
it is whispered that soon
we will all see our visions and dream our dreams
amidst the microchip mindbending screams
can you really, really believe?
The true dawn begins tonight
at which I woke, and was alight
and the wind rushed through me like
the rustle of dead leaves
San Francisco, I never knew
you but I hear of your deeds of renunciation and renown
they have echoed across time and space like starlight
that is evergreen
I have seen, I see, I will continue to see
me in you
you in me
I was born
not anachronistically
but just in time
just in time
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