Once where I sat
Sitting on a park bench
many years ago
I enjoyed the company
friends for ever more
Their memories are fading
They never saw me looking back
Guitar in hand
Voice in tune
I dreamed of never growing up
Here within the spider’s trap
I pirouetted and dangled like a bat
Suffering the adrenaline of great explorers
When I reached the summit
The smog pierced my lungs
I moved on down the weary track
Reaching my band stand
Notes flowed through my fingers
Kept me sane
Now its time to move forward
And close mémoire diary
Mar 24, 2023
Mar 24, 2023 at 10:02 AM UTC
Once where I sat
Sitting on a park bench
many years ago
I enjoyed the company
friends for ever more
Their memories are fading
They never saw me looking back
Guitar in hand
Voice in tune
I dreamed of never growing up
Here within the spider’s trap
I pirouetted and dangled like a bat
Suffering the adrenaline of great explorers
When I reached the summit
The smog pierced my lungs
I moved on down the weary track
Reaching my band stand
Notes flowed through my fingers
Kept me sane
Now its time to move forward
And close mémoire diary
watched a french short film and wrote this poem
https://youtu.be/gv4ks6_16gg
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